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.
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Good for people to know.
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