friday, december 17

a reflection on the thursday night bar scene in lincoln nebraska and my place therein, with consequences attendant

self-destruction is kind of a misnomer
because for most of us it carries at least the strong
delusion of being a group activity

i have the best friends in the world
(like opus said, clear eyed and aware
opening a fabricated christmas present
from his lost mother)
but sometimes what you need is exactly
what you can't ask your friends for

some of us just don't have the funds
to cover badly needed reality checks.

tags: topics/poem

p1k3 / 2004 / 12 / 17