Tuesday, January 10, 2012


I have a friend named Calvin
who spreads shit
and tells lies
but somehow brings it back
to how much he loves 
The best of friends.

Except let's be honest,
his name isn't "Calvin".
Identities have been changed 
to protect the innocent,
unlike "Calvin" who's as innocent
as he is guilty as sin.

We coddle him,
shield him from his reality,
a tacit understanding among friends.
A reticent river of deep dark secrets,
sinister insecurities only to him.

It's hard to resist pity,
until you've shared a drink
which often turns into ten,
followed by reckless abandon,
"Calvin" pushing away
the demons in his head.

9 January 2012

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