poem a day #2

ode to you for not being in my life

So many thanks to those who are not my friends

any longer

As I breezily leap past others entangled 

in your narcissistic neuroticism

Sit back and drink tea in the sun

while others struggle to stay awake

through your neverending lectures 

about bands no one has ever heard of,

and for good reason, but somehow

that makes them oh so special to you

I am grateful that you discovered

how much you can't be around me

enough to shun, lie, judge and

even become indifferent to me

So that in my infinite hard-headedness

I could still realize that you were only stimulating

in all the wrong ways

Breathe deep and laugh voraciously

as I realize I will never again breathe in

your particular brand of superficial

Thanks for not being here.

If you show up I really don't care,

as long as you go on your own way,

your favorite way anyway.