Three Headed Devil - The Ballad of Betrayal (Part One)
Jack, who lives down on Oak
street, sells week old newspapers
and pot. Disheveled hair and
abrupt buttons, ripped clothes.
Beneath the billfold of a
duct-taped wallet, made by
his niece, he keeps a few
two dollar bills he thinks that
are gonna go up in value soon.
Just wait! just go
sitting on an monkey toothed
championship highchair.
Feed homes and hopes. They
don't last.
He struts down the sidewalk, kinda
swaying back and forth, like
the axis of the planet is constantly
shifting. Wolves cry,
and day shifts to night uncontrollably.
Jack, man of his word,
man of many faces and
friends, given to lovers and
loathers, wearing loafers.
money and plastic baggies
Exchange hands in a school
playground, the snow falling
in sugar shakers, and he
turns, leaving footprints
that are gone eight minutes
later.
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