Robert Brendan

(1979 / Calgary)

Ain’t Nothing - Poem by Robert Brendan

my friend
who I enjoy spending time
with
and talking to
has the worst friends
ever
last night
I sit with him and his
friend.
intros get made
of course
and to everything my friend
said
this worm
had this asskissing
platitude affirmation
of a comment far
ready like despicable
fungus gun
loaded

and to everything I said
he would criticize or
father me
with somejab
that spoke
of his assured
understanding of who I was
how I felt
and why I felt that way
I stayed a bit longer
then I told him about
how my business
my cafe
is failing
he asked what I had put into
it
I said it took fifty
grand
to start it
what? he asked
that’s it?
fifty grand ain’t nothing
he said
and he waved his hand
away like
he had just shit out a
hundred grand
just moments before
and flushed it
I hated him then
for his hand movement

that place
those people
my friends
the artists
clients
madpersons from the avenue
they are not nothing
they are something
to me
and they matter.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 17, 2005



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