the ship of cool fools (aka, tale of a whippet)

(written 2 Feb 09, and posted now...)

sometimes you gotta let people go

u let em pass
find someone else to whinge'n'whine to
to be a further pain to multi-anon sets of shredded ears
fragility is brittle like glass
and as cutting
when mixed with pungeant, driving dominance
and passive-ag demandingness
sniffing of something beginning with m
man-ipu-lation
you ain't gonna ever win with people like that
because they sniff out the weaknessess
each'n'every worm post opportunity to dig
love and sweetness you got in floppy petal spades
that drip like overused perfume
it comes at a price
displays of grandeur and largesse
expecting...demanding...reciprocity
finally for someone to roll out the chair and breathing machine
when the mechanisms you uphold and project
crumble like japanese leaf in mid-summer heat

we, you, us, save the belladonna once again
from the crush of the other's bruteness and sudden - inexplicable *shock* - bouts of patience-loss
situations that repeat over and over and over and over
(and over and over)
and I'm the latest repeat offender
i've given my ears and had my energy sucked over and extracted
countless times
(yes there's always someone or something to whinge about isn't there?)
it is really your own total and utter self-possession at play
that forces your borrowed ear-sets into corners
at which they finally, suddenly, bark, perhaps snarl
when the micowaves become too intense around the head
leaving you wrecked again
armed with yet another story of lost faith
you may now recount to your fashionable ship of cool fools
of which i've jumped ship

this may solve itself
there are answers to most things in life
you give up the fabuloso diva act
cut the glamma crapola
most importantly you stop projecting that onto others
sucking on people's energy
being a sly foxy
and you'll be wondrous..

what is friendship
and what is love?
they should be one and the same
or close to
love means never having to look at the time
to love being with the one you're with
friendship too
if you're with a friend...
who you hadn't really looked forward to seeing
a background pensiveness in the lead up to the event
and with whom you kind of look at your watch often
wishing you were home
or somewhere else
or with someone else
that ain't friendship
and it definitely ain't love...

there's no ill-wind i bid to thee as you sail on without my crutch
my wind that i've blown your way too many times
everything is circle
you am i and i am you
go and do well
you have a lot of good things about you
you are talented and sometimes adventurous
sometimes fun
you probably won't be reading this
you don't read blogs
and i certainly couldn't care either way
you're a fine enough artist
i have served you
as you've served me
for that i am grateful
adieu

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