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By Zyskandar A. Jaimot on 07/24/2007
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I saw it in his grinning face,
festooned with blotches.
Irish salmon spores waiting to hatch pearls of wealth.
A large boy in a chef's coat and hat.
Fitting like a clean white shroud.
Wanting to belong - to be 'THE MAN'.
Buying beer and shooters
over a table spilt with dreams.
His claim to fame - a 'secret' recipe.
Ingedients of his battered innocence.

I saw you last ten years asgo.
Covered in glistening snow.
Sparkling crystals, laughing orange in your hair.
Waving from a yellow taxicab,
as if you were a royal Celtic lord.
Bidding his coachman on.

I read it between the headlines;
yesterday's newspaper revealed your end.
No secret anymore.
Thirteen seperate bullets pumped
into your grinning pinkness.
A drug-deal for "big bucks"
as you used to say,
gone bad as week old fish.
No more 'special' batter.
I will always remember LENNY, just laughing.

© By Zyskandar A. Jaimot On 7/24/2007 9:52:47 AM
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