We were all mesmerized by him
his magic and mania were one in the same
His inflated perceptions,
oblivious to being ordinary
His laughing seemed to
intensify over the years.
Eddie, the good-looking bully,
fleeing from life with a fast car.
Feeling the charge from a full-mooned midnight
he sped through the twisted, tormented trails
of his life;
trapped inside some lavishly landscaped apartment haven
lined with boulders and beer bottles,
where darkness never reaches out…
Piles of unbalanced boulders,
(granite at the mercy of gravity),
decorated his way
hardened by years of cruelty
Heavy, painful and apparition-like,
ghosts of the past
stacked high along the roadside
Did you remember me, Eddie?
I wasn”t laughing.
Your chest crushed; in an instant.
Those tricky turns,
but you always knew your way around didn”t you?