Friend, O Friends
I.
I saw as they sat there smiling
The group of young gentlemen
Permed and pressed, ready for fun
as they set out to play.
I sat alone, my table dark and cold.
A winter's storm for a black prince
That's all I was ever told.
No friends, not one.
Not even the lunch lady saw me fit
to befriend.
So I sit here alone.
Reading and writing,
Typing my life away as though it were a poem.
HA! A half hearted poem this would be.
But no, my writings' my friend;
And I've words for family.
They keep me warm at the table's end.
Till that one day I did see him stir,
The boy flopped down and began to twiddle.
What purpose of he to sit at my table.
Some sort of dare I pressume,
Man what an odd little fellow.
Brown musk-rat hair that flowed to his shoulders
A plump face but not to shallow
Blue-green eyes for all could tell;
He looked down jotting and jolting as though he were a clown.
Glasses brim and poised for learning;
Looked like mine cept for the coloring.
This odd but fancinating boy,
Fell face first to my table.
What's the meaning of this
I thought as though speaking to words.
But then the boy looked up...
My heart was a flutter,
Would this boy say something to me
Would he verse a line from the paper he was writing.
His mouth opened as though poised to strike.
And then it escaped him with thunderous might.
"May I use your pen, my ink went out"
My mind withered and twisted with dismay
"My....my pen you say"
"Yea your pen"
I slowly reach across the table
And in his hand I place my pen.
"There, as long as I get it back friend"
"No worries, I be done in a sec'!"
I watched as he used that pen.
Masterful and delicate did he soak the white page
with blueish tent.
"There, I'm done, and here's your pen"
He tossed it back and then left.
But only to leave the paper he'd writen
in the warm chair he kept.
I leaned sideway to closer look
And smiled so bright that the sun look dark.
His name, number, and party of two.
Invitation, crap what'll I do.
I snatched the paper up and spun on my toes
To home I go, away I flew.
Took my shower, prepared my clothes.
Crap! What on earth will I wear.
I take my jeans and wrinkled top;
Put them both on and sat with a flop.
My converse shoes were last to go,
Pfft who in the world would wear socks.
Out the door I flew and down the street
To a house two stories tall.
A porch light lit, but no sound admitten.
Quite some party, but oddly no party at all.
Had I been tricked and fooled.
As I turned to slumper home,
A door did open and a voice I did hear.
"Well, you made it"
I turned to see him, and was a tad shocked.
His wear was more casual,
I felt instantly out of place.
"You coming in"
The chuckle hardly escaped his lips,
But I knew it was there;
Just on the tip like those pesky hairs
that tend to be in your mouth at the wrong time.
"Sure"
My only word I spoke.
So I awayed myself and entered his domain.
A lofty house full of cheer and love.
Definitely out of place here,
It wasnt the cold and darkness that
Became me around my place.
So there we sat the two of us.
And chatted up the storm
Until tired I was atlast.
I begged him good-bye
And left for home.
HA! I almost skipped my out the door.
II.
The next day I sat alone again.
My Table neat and clean,
Ready to meet him again.
But by 12' I was still alone.
Darkness relaxed it's weary
head back down on my table and
Spoke to me slow
"He's not coming, you've been fooled again"
Perhaps darkness right, and sighed to myself.
Sat there wondering what mistakes I'd done.
"hrmph, Living"
Were the only thing that popped in my head.
"HA! Being Unwanted and deformed"
Came second.
I got up no later than 5 and
Walked my dark and dreary self back to the house;
Where I took a shower and went straight to bed.
The next day, A Saturday if i recall.
I wrote him a note apologising for the time
He'd wasted conversing with me.
I stamped the ending "Black Prince"
Pfft as though that's all I'll ever be.
I placed the note on his door-step and left once more.
I hope he recieves it with an open mind,
And forgives with.
For I'm a fool to befriend anyone who looks ten times
Better than I.
I turn to face the viewers reading.
Have you ever done something
So stupid in life,
That in one short moment of happiness
You'd wish nothing had gone that way in the first place.
Or that you'd wish you could re-wind time and
Fix the mistakes that happened before they were made.
I'm the Black Prince.
A title I will forever keep.
I am a loner, who walks the walk,
Talks the talk, and of course writes
Whatever it is I write.
I look down.
Don't be as me,
An ashamed fool with no friends,
Just because of ignorant things I've said.
Don't be the barrer of bad luck.
All it gets you is embers coals,
And a dark, dank, lonesome table for two.
You and Darkness.
