In which the boy and myself go looking for eagles.

There was evidence on the ground...


We saw their home...


Sam found leftovers...


But no eagles did we see.

Another Poem About Leo

Holy crap, I'm on a roll. Here's the second (as yet untitled) in a series of poems about the fictional life of Leo...

Leo Cooper found himself sitting in a small tavern in Dublin, Ohio.
And he didn't "find himself" in any spiritual or existential way, either.
He just walked in and there, seated at the bar, behind a half-pint of Budweiser, was another Leo Cooper.

Shocked, the original Leo Cooper quietly took a seat in a booth by the door.
He pondered the menu and settled on a pint of lager and a steak sandwich.
Waiting for his food and sipping his beer, Leo Cooper couldn't take his eyes off himself.

Leo Cooper found himself sitting in a small tavern in Dublin, Ohio.
And he didn't "find himself" in any spiritual or existential way, either.
He was just sitting at the bar, behind a half-pint of Budweiser, when in walked another Leo Cooper.

Shocked, the seated Leo Cooper watched in the mirror behind the bar as his other self took a seat in a booth by the door.
He reached for a peanut from the bowl in front of him and took a long drink of his beer.
Cracking peanut shells and nervously fidgeting with a racing form, Leo Cooper couldn't take his eyes off himself.

What if the two Leo Coopers got drunk and started a fight with one another?
Would the sky fall?
Would the sun continue to rise in the east?
Set in the west?
Would this clock continue to tick?
Or is it already broken?

Poems About Leo

Since I've recently decided that I am a poet, and since this revelation was reached through the guidance of my associate Leo, I have decided to write a series of poems based on his fictional life. I don't know much about Leo, so as you read these poems please bear in mind that any resemblance to the real Leo, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Right then. Here's the first (as yet untitled) in what I hope to be a wonderful collection of poetry involving Leo...


Leo Cooper left our hometown in a taxi that he stole from a 7-11 parking lot.
One should never leave their vehicle, taxicab or otherwise, idling in a 7-11 parking lot.
Not in this town, at any rate.

Leo Cooper drove his newly acquired taxi as far west as the gas tank would take him.
He abandoned the car at the side of the highway and hitched a ride into the closest town.
At the Greyhound station the coffee filled Leo's mind with tiny, brilliant explosions.

Leo Cooper, at a different time and a different place, could make one hell of a cup of coffee.
That former Sabre had nothing on Leo Cooper.

When our hometown falls into a giant sinkhole,
When stars collide and this place goes spinning off into the great, wild unknown,
They'll still be talking about the day Leo Cooper stole that taxi from the 7-11.