Saturday, April 9, 2011

The Grim Weeper


Nothing he ever did brought any kind of joy
he was that kid from Peanuts---
Pigpen, yes Pigpen---
with a perpetual dark cloud following him around

He never had anything nice to say to anybody
but he had been taught the Golden Rule---
just like the rest of us---
and he turned a blind eye

Maybe he was in fact, blind---
it was always possible, I suppose

I just know that when he was on the move,
everyone and everything would hold their breath

He was some kind of contagion---
some kind of downtrodden, downbeaten thing---
a deadbeat even
but at least there was a beat of sorts, I suppose

He was silent most of the time---
some kind of hovering augury
in possession of some kind of ego

with storied eyes,
without anyone to ask him what condition his condition was in




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