Thursday’s Poem – Randy

Randy

He came at night, dinnertime
His car parked down the hill along the roadway,
The snow was falling diagonally behind him,
the flakes lit with the glow of the front porch light.
Come on in, friend.

Where’ve you been, where’re you heading?
Can I get you a drink?

He sits to eat with the family.
Say hi to Uncle Randy, Sophia,
He’s a dirt bag.

We all laugh.

He drinks my scotch and sleeps on the sofa,
And when I awake in the morning he is already gone.

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About big jonny

The man, the legend. The guy who started it all back in the Year of Our Lord Beer, 2000, with a couple of pages worth of idiotic ranting hardcoded on some random porn site that would host anything you uploaded, a book called HTML for Dummies (which was completely appropriate), a bad attitude (which hasn’t much changed), and a Dell desktop running Win95 with 64 mgs of ram and a six gig hard drive. Those were the days. Then he went to law school. Go figure. Flagstaff, Arizona, USA

One thought on “Thursday’s Poem – Randy

  1. God, how’s he do that? such a man of mystery. such a vagabond. a drifter, as it were. the true man, we’ll never know.

    but the essence – oh the sweet essence.