Pretty Friends


There’s a hollow hum

Noises made by the dumb

Words of self-centered wisdom

Seekers who know not what it’s like to give

There’s a shallow lung

Breathing smoke and amphetamines

Taking score of everyone

Or so she says in breaking silence

 

Well, my pretty friends

Here we are

In the midst of the lame, the lurid, the sane

Well, my pretty friends

Here we are

The paint’s not doing you good

For yes, beauty is not skin deep

I just wish you understood

 

There’s a deep vein

It’s been pumping a lot of pain

They say it’s momentary

But knowing me, I know it’s everything but temporary

There’s a callous heart

Pays for all, beats for none

Cold as stone, bends all bones

Or so she claims in fun

 

Well, my pretty friends

Here we are

The suns long gone, you’re bare and I’m undone

Well, my pretty friends

Here we are

Arm in arm, lip by lip, hip to hip, caresses and slips

Never-mind the clocks and alarm bells

For we’ll never get from the bed to the crib

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2 Responses to Pretty Friends

  1. slpmartin says:

    Left me feeling a coldness about the relationship…much like conversations with fair-weather friends….interesting verse to think about this morning.

    • navdib says:

      Thanks for visiting Martin. Been a while since i wrote something. You’re right about this being much-like conversation with fair-weather friends. Sadly, most are that way 🙂 so is life. Hope all’s well at your end

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