Christian Brimo - 'My Friends'
...so i found some of my man Christian's old writing on my computer. Thought i would post some of it, and hope he doesn't kill me:
10:25 PM 9/08/2005 Christian Brimo MY FRIENDS
My friends
walk like Beat poets
talk like dice rollers
reject theory
laugh when i call bullshit
My friends
bitch about girls
wear strange hats
Armani belts
fur fringed coats
My friends
pay lots of money to see bands you've never heard
give me music i've never heard
know the girl on the door
and still get charged cover
My friends
are too nice for this world
don't find me sexually attractive
(except the guys)
are 'only joking' when flirting
don't believe I'm a poet
My friends
are virtual
don't respond when i talk
'heh' to all my jokes
My friends
don't show up at my readings
or that one play i wrote
My friends
are anyone who ever smiled or said 'hi'
My friends
don't call when they have free tickets
are only joking when they dance with me
won't tell me how to pick up
My friends
don't care how weird I am
get the coolness of Victorian poetry
and thrift store cool coat hunting
My friends
don't stay when i leave a place
can't survive distance or a few days away
are too full of energy and 5am Great Barrington stoplight symmetry
Massive Attack Coleman Hawkins Miles Davis bong morning Ginsburg reciting Beat worshiping
pavement pounding shadow trailing legendary jumping
5am half-cup studying nonsense spewing
stepping razor
House of Leaves
Les Mis
Mario Kart
My friends
are stuck
in time
trapped
voices
My friends
are hearing this
(if you count a smile
or Roundhouse beer
or 4 months of dice rolling
as
friendship)
My friends
sleep when i'm awake
wake i'm asleep
buy me beer when I need coffee
Bukowski when I need Bowie
My friends
know Byron matters
My friends
finish my sentences
My friends
are too good for this world
cynical to causes
'cause i'll laugh if they aren't
My friends
are a hardy breed
taking my ramblings
my rants and wild hair
My friends
have stacks of Discworld books
(even if I met them at a punk show)
and Spider-Man comics
(or a gallery opening)
and Darth Vader masks
(or a ballet)
My friends have friends in bands
that you'll hear next year on Triple J
and I'll say 'I know that girl singing that'
and you'll laugh
and call me a wino
but my friends won't do anything
because my friends
don't fight
and I just
run away
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2 comments:
Dude... I don't look like that anymore. And I ripped the style of that poem off someone else. It was for some class thing
the style is not the best, but hell. It's an old piece and reminds me of early Uni days.
And i like it too, though yr stuff has improved vastly.
And finally, dude, you still look like that! What you talking about?
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