After the initial turkey assault
Psycho ex-rednecks
And snorting salt
After the Resident Evil tirades
Ferrachio moments
Gus' twin blades
After Big Naki Black once said "shit"
I've never recovered
No doubt about it
After Stone Pony got sick in my van
Sexy Beast on the telly
Yeah, that was fun, man
After the Saturday night Cartoon binges
Up way too late
Again, my wife cringes
After my little boy attacks on sight
Yet he does not die
Though someday he might
After all of this happens again
You're simply still more
Than poet and friend
Author's Notes/Comments:
For Keith Liverworstlicker Whitacre.
Yeah, there are a lot of inside jokes here. I suppose I could take a few moments and let you and anyone else who reads this tripe in on it!
After the initial Turkey Assault: The first day I worked with Keith, he called me from where he was to let me know that a bunch of turkeys were converging on me. I thought he meant a bunch of stupide people--but no, he meant actual turkeys. They were mean, too.
Pscycho ex-rednecks: His reference to his ex-wife. If half the stories I've heard of her are true, it is a well-deserved title.
Snorting salt: A theory, not a practice.
Resident Evil tirades: Keith is a fan of the survival-horror genre of video games. I remain skeptical, but supportive. Kind of like homeopathy.
Ferrachio moments: Nostalgic reminiscings about a co-worker nicknamed "Vic Ferrachio" by a comic genius we both know and love. Vic was not a very pleasant person.
Gus' twin blades: My supervisor showed us a dual-bladed lockblade he was given as a present. It's a wicke, wicked thing, with a black steel blade pointing up and another pointing down. Keith and I both ooed and ahhed over it.
Big Naki Black: Another nicknamed co-worker, but this one is a friend. He rarely curses, and when he does, it's quite disturbing.
Stone Pony: The aforementioned comic genius. He once was ill in my van, which is equipped with a VCR. He and Keith watched "Sexy Beast" (excellent flick) while I chuckled as Stone Pony's face turned interesting shades of green.
Cartoon Binges: Keith and I are devout Adult Swim fans. And my wife picks on us about this incessantly.
Little boy attacks on sight: Keith is a giant punching bag for my son. Neither seems to mind.
More than poet and friend? If there is a friend version of the "soulmate", Keith is it.
NOTE: He will think me very gay for saying that.
--stu
To the second commenter:
Bill: "Dude, you're alive!"
Ted: "Yeah, I fell out of my suit of amor when I hit the floor!"
(they hug)
Both: "Fag!"
And the inside jokes just keep coming. Such as the nightly production of "Sleeping with Skeeter"...
To the above commenter: Yeah, there are a lot of inside jokes here. I suppose I could take a few moments and let you and anyone else who reads this tripe in on it!
After the initial Turkey Assault: The first day I worked with Keith, he called me from where he was to let me know that a bunch of turkeys were converging on me. I thought he meant a bunch of stupide people--but no, he meant actual turkeys. They were mean, too.
Pscycho ex-rednecks: His reference to his ex-wife. If half the stories I've heard of her are true, it is a well-deserved title.
Snorting salt: A theory, not a practice.
Resident Evil tirades: Keith is a fan of the survival-horror genre of video games. I remain skeptical, but supportive. Kind of like homeopathy.
Ferrachio moments: Nostalgic reminiscings about a co-worker nicknamed "Vic Ferrachio" by a comic genius we both know and love. Vic was not a very pleasant person.
Gus' twin blades: My supervisor showed us a dual-bladed lockblade he was given as a present. It's a wicke, wicked thing, with a black steel blade pointing up and another pointing down. Keith and I both ooed and ahhed over it.
Big Naki Black: Another nicknamed co-worker, but this one is a friend. He rarely curses, and when he does, it's quite disturbing.
Stone Pony: The aforementioned comic genius. He once was ill in my van, which is equipped with a VCR. He and Keith watched "Sexy Beast" (excellent flick) while I chuckled as Stone Pony's face turned interesting shades of green.
Cartoon Binges: Keith and I are devout Adult Swim fans. And my wife picks on us about this incessantly.
Little boy attacks on sight: Keith is a giant punching bag for my son. Neither seems to mind.
More than poet and friend? If there is a friend version of the "soulmate", Keith is it.
NOTE: He will think me very gay for saying that.
--stu
I detected a lot of inside comments on this, which made this poem very personal-I almost felt that I shouldn't be reading it! Keith is lucky to have a friend who writes poetry about him-and carries it off with both humor and a touch of dignity. =) Good job.