My friend, your irresponsibility and your unhappiness delight me. Your financial problems and your expanding waist-line are a constant source of relief. I am so happy you drink more than I do and that you don't seem to enjoy it as much. When I hear you being arrogant and argumentative, my heart leaps. Your nihilism is fast becoming the richest source of meaning in my life and it is my pleasure to watch you speaking harshly to others. When you gossip about our mutual acquaintances I sigh with satisfaction. Your childish impatience delights me. The day you threw a tantrum in the middle of the supermarket was the happiest day of my life. Sometimes you say something which reveals you to be rather stupid - and I love you then, but not as much as I love you when you are callously manipulative. Your promiscuity is like a faithful dog at my side. When you talk about your petty affairs, you try to make them sound grand and important - I cherish your gaucheness and your flippancy. At times it seems you are actually without a sense of humour: I bless the day I met you. You bully people younger and weaker than you - and when others tell me about this, I am pleased. Sometimes I think you are incapable of love - and I am filled with the contentment of waking on a Saturday morning to realise I don't have to go to work. I often suspect that you do not even like me and my laughter overflows like water from a blocked cistern.

by Luke Kennard

Comments (19)

I cryed while reading Phylis Wheatleys poems. Her words really hit my heart,
Brilliant write!
I like the rhyming of this poem. A soulful write emotions have deeply been poured.
Wonderful poem. I like it very much.
Wonderful mixing of the classical tradition with stream of consciousness expression.
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