My Friend Chuck
An acquaintance,
A friend,
A cutout, subordinate,
Piece of cardboard
Sat down next to me.
My friend Chuck
Precisely
Makes his greeting.
My friend Chuck
smiles
When something is funny.
Eyes dart;
Never showing fear,
Only courage,
And sheds,
Only crocodile tears.
Chuck hates the rain;
He laughs
When things are funny.
He speaks
When spoken to.
Chuck loves to party;
He brags,
A tad too much.
Chuck stands,
slips,
Into a crowd.
Holy shit;
I realize
that they are all Chucks
Each person
Resembles the next
You can’t tell a
difference
With a magnifying glass.
“Sean, you coming?”
Chuck asks.
“No, I’m fine
Where I am.”
