Perfect Strangers

Perfect Strangers

A Poem by Pete
"

The language of friendship is not words but meanings. - Thoreau

"
Hoarding to the max!

we met in the parking lot
passing each other on the divided highway of the rooming house

he
adopted
just turned sixty
been drinking since he was fourteen
says i'm his friend

today i cleaned his room for him
why?
because he asked
because i owe
because i need to kill the uppity pride i wear like a prison uniform
because i need some damned humility back in my life
because he's he and i'm me
because i need to learn how to be a true friend

mountain of beer cans
some empty
most containing urine, vomit and spent cigarettes
because that's the way it is
ungodly smell
bugs everywhere
floor sticky

doesn't matter how life broke us
broken is broken
doesn't matter how we each got here
we're here

perfect is a state of mind
prayers come in bottles and cans too

you're welcome mike

my friend

perfect stranger

forever




© 2020 Pete


Author's Note

Pete
"The most I can do for my friend is simply be his friend." - Thoreau

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For some reason you sound like Charles Bukowski today. I like it. This man needs a friend, I'm glad you're there to be that person. Someday, your generosity will be rewarded I think. Thanks for sharing this masterpiece of a poem. People forget the beauty of people, especially the glory of those who never get to shine, but rust into someone else's treasures. The best we can do is care for each other, love each other, and die.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

4 Years Ago

interesting - i've been told before on another write that i sound like bukowski (had never heard of .. read more
R.J Calzonetti

4 Years Ago

And thank you for sharing, I'll be around to see what you write next.



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It is a sad life for some and folks such as you are in awfully short supply

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

4 Years Ago

thanks dave. took me 2 days and three extra large trash bags. i'm no saint but how can i be happy .. read more
Dave Brown

4 Years Ago

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For some reason you sound like Charles Bukowski today. I like it. This man needs a friend, I'm glad you're there to be that person. Someday, your generosity will be rewarded I think. Thanks for sharing this masterpiece of a poem. People forget the beauty of people, especially the glory of those who never get to shine, but rust into someone else's treasures. The best we can do is care for each other, love each other, and die.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Pete

4 Years Ago

interesting - i've been told before on another write that i sound like bukowski (had never heard of .. read more
R.J Calzonetti

4 Years Ago

And thank you for sharing, I'll be around to see what you write next.

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Pete
Pete

Boston, MA



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