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WELL DONE! Poetry FAST EDDY by John Grey
WELL DONE! Poetry FAST EDDY by John Grey
Eddy in his rusty tin can on wheels,
roaring, rattling down the road,
foot hard down on the floor,
a “yahoo” never far from his lips,
his girlfriend praying that everything would be ok,
his mother always ready to receive
the latest in dreadful information -
Eddy always acting out what he saw
at the movies, on television,
everything done for his own benefit…even death.
That was the guy.
No room in his heart and head for the worry of others.
Just like his father.
Rent to pay, groceries to buy –
what was that compared to Friday night pub crawl
with his shiftless buddies –
so little variant between the two –
the men in the family,
a grim collection of addictions running free.
Eddy, here one moment, gone the next,
his girlfriend swearing off speed-freaks,
his mother making, in her head,
all the necessary arrangements for his funeral
for as long as he lived,
a bright star
that was really just a hot bulb,
and now there’s a question if it was even that,
as, finally, he couldn’t grip those wheels to enough road,
got thrown off.
Yeh, all Eddy all the time,
until there was no Eddy,
just the time –
tick tock, tick-tock,
the memory harsh
but already on the wane.
Eddy - a body in the ground
and the occasional dream by somebody.
