Past Time With Good Company
Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2005 11:42 am
Past Time With Good Company
For some reason,
I made the dregs of the world
my closest friends.
Scoundrels, criminals,
the mental cases,
drunken or drugged;
maybe I befriended such men
because they demanded
so little of me,
and I could appear to remain
somehow wiser
and better
in comparison.
At least
luckier.
I can’t give a definite explanation
for this
proclivity;
me with my pretense,
delusions of grandeur,
and they with their
inevitable bottle,
and inevitable defeat.
But I certainly shared with them
the clouds of self-hatred
masking all reason,
and a wretched, destructive passion
that could not be restrained.
It bound us together,
certainly our only significant tie.
I recall these men here now, that
detested litany of names
that works at will on the
sanctity of my
heart.
They appear to me now
as torturous ghosts, unclear reflections
of the man I too often
felt I had to be.
For some reason,
I made the dregs of the world
my closest friends.
Scoundrels, criminals,
the mental cases,
drunken or drugged;
maybe I befriended such men
because they demanded
so little of me,
and I could appear to remain
somehow wiser
and better
in comparison.
At least
luckier.
I can’t give a definite explanation
for this
proclivity;
me with my pretense,
delusions of grandeur,
and they with their
inevitable bottle,
and inevitable defeat.
But I certainly shared with them
the clouds of self-hatred
masking all reason,
and a wretched, destructive passion
that could not be restrained.
It bound us together,
certainly our only significant tie.
I recall these men here now, that
detested litany of names
that works at will on the
sanctity of my
heart.
They appear to me now
as torturous ghosts, unclear reflections
of the man I too often
felt I had to be.