Remembering Eddie Haskell

[Kenneth2816]

He had a dyed blue
rabbit's foot key chain.

I was ten to his seventeen.
I like him because he would

let me have a drag from
his Camel, sit in his lap

and steer while he drove.
My parents said he was

A nice boy, good family.
So when he would tell me

to pull my pants down, I did.
What the fuck did I know?

When he was done, we always
went to Marcum' News Stand .


I could pick out any candy
or pack of baseball cards.

When I was twelve, I told.
My parents did nothing.

It was barely 1960 and that
sort of thing didn't happen.

I stole my father's hunting knife
slashed all the tires on his Impala

[BobBradshaw]

Terrific! The voice is strong and believable, the era and its dark side captured beautifully

[Billy]

My daughter and I were just talking about Eddie a few days ago and how creepy he was, mostly his overboard niceness to adults, a complete facade, so he could be the character in this poem. BTW, at first read I thought N slashed his father's tires. I quickly realized it was Eddie's tires, but the antecedent leads one to my first conclusion.

[Kenneth2816]

Thank you both.