Lungs Of A Friend Poem by Julian Takali

Talk it up you pretty boy
Of youthful glee
Smoke the wisdom
Drink it subtle
Talk of tales on hell and beauty and meaning and morals and life and breathing

Rid the shades - hold the crowd strong
Breathless may you leave them and their mother and father and uncle and niece
Rinse your pipes with the liquor of mint
Then gas them dense by the burnt vapor

Creeps close to us the nights dear end
I wonder of the lungs of a friend
I wonder, I wonder
How they feel when he pretends