i constructed this poem while sitting next to my friend ted at funky butt. we were having a poetry write-off, and sitting next to him in the dark put some spark in my brains. that and the booze.
truth among shotglasses
by candlelight
i would have kissed your eyes blind
in a stupor
and never looked back
you are something to me
beneath my tired eyes
and weak heart
you are nothing to me
when i am upset
and yet the culprit of it all
i wish i could tell you
but i've got no emotion to drive blank lust
i wish i adored you
but you debased my sense of trust
so now
friendship ensues
in hopes that our glasses clink
in honor of our newfound bonds
in response to all this pain i felt
by candlelight
i can escape it all.
