POEM: Puddin’

Puddin’

they’re in a nondescript kitchen
in some soulless office building
dress shirts, ties, one in a sportcoat
the other is eating, always eating
people say watch out for the quiet ones
they’ll get you
but here the Loud Man reigns
leaving behind him a trail
of dead Nicaraguan cabbies
and a string of junior high kids hooked on oxy
it’s a dog-eat-dog world
Staten Island takes no prisoners
asks for no quarter, offers none in return
Los Angeles is no better
this city of fallen angels on bent knees
under the lunch table, pressed into service
while the Loud Man arranges another hit
meanwhile the quiet one is eating, always eating

11 April 2013
Auburn AL

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Today’s poem refers to one of the best things on the Internet, the daily live-action comic strip Puddin’. The poem, however, is written as if Puddin’ were a documentary and its events really occurred.