A fraidy friend fiend is hard to find

A fraidy friend fiend is hard to find

A Poem by Jean-Pierre Garcia
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Blown up and blown over

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These women of which

Insanity is nearly derived

The words you can’t withdraw as events conspired

To plan against those inspired to aspire

In transpired bliss

Your fate is sealed tightly

Wet wit with a kiss

It was a mistake to you

And to let go but I bet, that it was one well worth it

Even as costs are bargained further


Dragged hell upon hell, each heel, healed in constant pain

It would be better if they loved me in return


I dropped the napkin fizzing in a ginger ale

And perhaps it was out of nerd chic

Rolling down my cheek, I soaked the spice again and a-gin

Wetly light and from the bottle I I drank

Because a hug-embrace

Ambiguity was my first lesson here


And I refuse to grow out of Pan


The papered piper rising out of bread

The bedded down

Rising like a morning star just out and over the east

David’s son

Jewish like Abraham, Davis and Davies locker

All abbreviations thereof, a jolly roger

I wouldn’t want to run your marriage but I can be your friend

Spindled and dangled from limb to limb

Curled around a ball of a bed post caught within the moth of a web

Browsing and searching for a place to call home

 a place since mistaken past roam


Rome, my brother Romulus

My brother remus

Pierce the cries of lone wolf moons 

resting a pack

Cigarettes dangling between lips refusing to smoke, to breathe to inhale,

But taking it within, tucked between teeth licking death and times past in the face

Crimson-ly criminally charged with laws unmade

And laws unbroken, the last of a problem to behold

Or an adventure to propose. 

© 2011 Jean-Pierre Garcia


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Jean-Pierre Garcia
Jean-Pierre Garcia

Seattle, WA



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