old friends

Pleasant Exchange

I haven’t seen you in quiet a while

You look the same

Same as you always did

You don’t look too bad, but not that good, either

As I walk up you smile

We exchange ‘hello’

We quickly mention that it’s been too long

How we shouldn’t let it go this far

We exchange all the simple small talk

And then I continue on

Find my seat at the other end of the bar

You might walk down and talk a little more

You may not

It really doesn’t matter

For it has been a long time

Things change

People change

The in-between grows longer, wider

And after that much time

It’s realized

We’re out of things to say

© Dicky J Loweman 2015


Daft Cunt

You’re a fucking daft cunt

A waste of air, a waste of time

You’re as welcome as an infected boil on my ass

And I doubt

Even a fucking leprosarium would take you in

I bet, in fact, you’d have a hard time finding a leper

Who would be seen with the likes of you


You brought a bottle?


Fuck all, and why didn’t you say so sooner?

I’ll buzz you in

It’ll be good to see you, mate

You fucking daft cunt