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The immortal David Jones, spitter of firey, incisive, juicy odes to pain, deceit, misogyny, sex, love and joy, told me I could blog his poem, if I gave him one on the same subject…

Just so happens I had one. You can read it here

Friends

She
Always says
Let’s just be friends
Or
Friendship is all I have
To offer you
Friendship
Like a consolation prize
In the game of love
I have so many friends
I cannot sleep at night
Or remember their names
She says
I’m seeing someone now
Looking past me
Like I was an obstacle
Or a minor diversion
In her search
For prince charming
She shakes my hand
As if to say
This is enough for you
And smiles an unctuous smile
Fades into the night
Me ??
I go home
And become better acquainted
With my cock

DJones 6/28/05

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