Thursday
12Feb2009
Hometown
ERIC DAVID LOUGH
Do you think they’ll name
a street after me
in my hometown?
I really don’t care if they
do or not—
I hated that fucking place.
Look,
he used to live here,
I knew him.
Weathered buildings
going out of business
cold
heartless people
bar on every corner
(which was the only
good thing)
street parades that
symbolized nothing.
He was just a lonesome
burnout.
Yeah,
I knew him.
I live on his street,
right there
third house on the left,
the one with the
broken-down
Mustang
in the front yard.
That motherfucker
still owes me
20 bucks.
• • •
tagged
home in
Poetry,
Spring Summer 2009
home in
Poetry,
Spring Summer 2009 

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