—YOU KNOW I HATE THIS TUNE

 

Keedy’s—All You Can Eat!

 

I took myself 

to Keedy’s today. 

No one noticed, but there 

was a kid at the counter with 

a noose around his neck. 

It looked like a string of forever,

or Puka shells strung too tight.

That kid, he was cute, but a punk. 

He kept asking for answers you can’t

get from a jar or deck of cards,

but like he had some of his own,

pointing at my back pocket, telling

me, “Yours is the Ace of spades. Ta-da!”

Sure enough he was right.

I thought, “You Fucker.”

Then I thought, and I thought, 

and I thought again.