Unlikely Poets

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A poem about my friends

Submitted: January 31, 2010

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I have just come to unwind from great illumination
Warming cold hours over caffeine with two great mutualities in my heart
Talking of life, liberating our souls to the sharp, nutritious air
I feel high, like I'm tripping on oxygen, I feel light as a stinging feather drifting like a Dharma Bum through the frosted and silver Ulster january, as though a great burdenous chasm has been filled in my heart
I feel complete
We spoke of our usual topics
Jimi's venus flytrap problems
His coca cola problems
Christians light hearted simplicity that eluded him
I always tried to remind them how proud I was to know them and to express my years in their company
Together we made sense of adolescence
Putting the puzzle together day by day for year upon year
To me, these two were worth their weights in soul
However, I will always be cold as my father and his father before with warm words
We spoke of america and its distant romance
We spoke of everywhere in the world, contently smiling in sweet secrecy at where we mulled that very moment
We spoke of religion and cult in the same breath, and our sadness for those willing to offer their souls to placebo, and reinforce their fears with sermon and lobotomy
Unlikely poets
We had all the ideas of Einstein and all the passion of Shakespeare in our own little entity
Our own little consciousness


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