A thin man with a strange surname
types at the keys
with gloves on. He
lives in a
house near the highway-
you can see every light blazing
from the interstate.
He's an insectile man
who dresses as a gentleman should;
a praying mantis wearing
perfect brown shoes.
His deep voice always finds
words always finds
fear in me.
This stoic hero in
an honest story
of wholly bad things.