Stout Willie, Count of Bohemia

Stout Willie had lots of muscle
though was pretty portly
had a kind voice
and ears that would ramble with a pal's troubles
over heaping plates of mongolian noodles plus veggies

At one point he was a student of medieval history
but by the summer of 2002
(my sophomore year at southern oregon uni)
he was a lazy shadow
slinking along on the greasy road of American academia.
most times would gladly amble, ID in wallet,
to the mini-market for couple beer's consideration

to speak honest truth
he was a veteran of deviancy
did every drug in the book and none was new to him
infernal, colossal hoops hung from his ears;
he said 'd slept with chicks of ten races
and I buy it

one time, or maybe a fusion of a few,
he started the night with a round of vomitting
lit a cigarette
and took off to a janitor's party in the school's soundproof dance room
where we downed salt, lime, and tequilla
and a bohemian crowd danced while he spun the DJ's throne

another time we went to Titus Andronicus
the actors had rad Roman costumes
and the moor was a hell of an actor
(though doing his race a small disservice I say)
both us had a hell of a time

Where has the "cosmic" wind blown Willie?
years ago heard he was driving something in Portland, OR
he could be mostly bones beneath a tuxedoe...
not unlikely.
hope not, jing jing