THE MAN WHO ATE NAILS
For lunch, maybe, but not much else.
Breakfast as a feast of red jelly. Dinner
with a cracker and eels. Here's where
he sat, three times a day, tapping
drum-rolls on a fast-food table.
He's gone now. Livid, angry, and
wild. Stormed out like a joker
in a deck-full of queens.