Tuesday, September 9, 2008

a fight

with a friend, friend-no-more, the first fight in recent memory. 
It felt childish, the way I only ever feel about politics anymore, when the other person's opinion just makes you want to laugh with disbelief.
Because you're so right.
I'm so right.
I'm alright.
This apathy may be alcohol.
In truth there was no saving it.
Drugs and time and circles can make a brain go soft and deviate;
replace fondness with disdain.
And this friend, this peripheral,
fuck it.
What's it done for you, lately?

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