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requiem for a living friend

SelectionIll

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he was always so sad.
everytime i saw him he looked so much younger than the time before.
his olive skin a purplish blue under his big sad sorrowful eyes.
if he hadn't ever put pen to paper, and pain to pen, he would have been a poet anyway.
his soul stretched across this, our hollow bubble, and like a spiders web, felt every tremor, no matter how small, and it shook him, till all he could do was huddle in a corner, covered and safe under his blue blanket, a modern day linus with a penchant for opiates.
each poem, a page in a breast pocket notebook,
each woman, a wife,
each meal, a banquet,
each friend, a brother.
i cannot say i miss him.
that could be mistaken.
i long for him.
i hold my headphones on tight, and listen to old tapes,
just to hear his whisper, he sounds like an old record player choked with dust.
i always told him to speak up,
to me,
to everyone,
because we all needed to hear what he said.
now,
i just wish he'd speak.
where are you, brother?!
i'm on my porch, shielding a single candle, to light your way home.
seemore
[ 14 September 2002: Message edited by: SelectionIll ]
[ 14 September 2002: Message edited by: SelectionIll ]
 
thank you for this........
it made me feel kinda empty, like id lost someone too, its a good piece of writing that can make me feel that way. impressive :)
 
i sat at that dark place with all its ghosts tonight and talked to someone about why candles were good house warming gifts....a beckon from home.....i spent the next few moments reflecting on the souls that had occupied that booth with me, locked in conversation......lost to me now, in this dimension and that......
 
As always, your words have taken me on a journey I had no right to take. I don't know exactly what it is that makes me love your poems so much but you are one of my favourite poets on this board. Stunning and heartfelt and beautiful and touching.
 
Brother, I am here, chopping wood, counting stars, collecting porcipine quills, burning my own candles...I am trying not to cry because my family is in the next room and I don't need all the questions...thank you for the poem, for missing me, and thinking about me. Someday I will find a way to show you how much I love you.
 
i am the most selfish motherfucker in the world.
i love you so much, i lose my balance.
i've been going through steroid infusion therapy for the last four days and i get to do it for two more. things are broken inside me and i want you here to reflect me, in those big brown eyes. i know where you are and i can read your new time in the clouds, and i know you'll be back soon. i just always miss you, if your in the next room or a million miles away.
i love you.
seemore
 
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