Buddy

son of an idiot savant his mother
could tot a bill faster
than any register
but he’d tell you
that never made her happy
laying awake half the night
her eyes darting
like she was counting motes
as they flared in the moonlight

we laid sod every day
hundred pound rolls
he never held my education
against me knew I was stupid
as anyone else when it came
to the mysteries of unlaid lawns
the insects rising up to meet us
probe the cathedrals
of our clothing

we lived a couple of miles
from each other in Merit Park
a tony realtor name
Buddy simplified to the Shit Lawns
we never mentioned
where we’d been before
he picked me up mornings
handed me a cup of coffee
I handed him hot toast and jam

three months in
he helped me buy a pickup
our search process spiraling
out from the Shit Lawns
looking over junkers
firing them up and driving a couple
before he warmed to a piebald Ford
a sky-blue nag with a primer red hood

she clashed like a parade
cymbals only with a chaffing
bear hunkered in its core
rough yet metronomic
an oil reeking beast
with four newish tires
and a cab ceiling shredded
like a blasphemous tapestry

he was old enough
to be my dad and while drinking beer
in the company lot after work
he unrolled his history
married twice but lucky
to have been sterilized
in the first Iraq war
didn’t like seeing his face in the mirror

and it was Buddy
that kicked my ass
when a stray office job offer
turned up on my phone
when I thought to skip the interview
he showed me his busted knuckles
cursed me for a fool
to want to hump grass all day
helped me drink my last paycheck

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Cmon Buddy short poem

I can see the sun fading Darkness here and there Hold my hand, let’s go miles away, To the world where somebody cares I know you are upset Trying to light your face with fake smiles Don’t you remember your