I have this tough buddy
comes into the
living room,
sits on the couch,
giving off an evil glare
while a trickle of blood
runs down the side
of his
nose.
He says nothing,
there is just a waiting.
I can't tell what he is thinking
and when I ask him
how he got the cut
he doesn't say a word.
He's waiting for my
girlfriend.
He wants to sit with her
and he will get what he wants
because she loves him
for his ways.
It is his history.
early days out on the
streets,
his ripped ears
and scabby skins
his voice that
although seldom heard
says I love you.
It is his face that gives
away his secret battles
that she wants to kiss.
He watches her
when she enters the room
and moves into position
next to her
and opposite me.
I watch them in unison.
He looks at me across the room
with that evil look
that says to me
don't even think about it.
I ask you,
with a buddy like that
would you?
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