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All my obsequious friends
The lot the mob the gaggle
Wince at the sight of me
Twisted on the stones
Bleed from the mouth
Through compassionate lips

All my sycophantic chums
The herd the flock the rabble
Ring me like toadstools
Shelter me from sunlight
Enshroud me in a womb
Of pale flaccid arms


------
Everything begins with lucid indifference.
(Albert Camus)

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The following comments are for "All My Obsequious Friends"
by Manatee

wincing the night away
This reads sad, Michael. The embracing lines make me think of this as a deathbed poem. Not that you're dying of course. And I don't mean an existentialist death!

Ya know, genuine affection can sometimes be confused with being obsequious. It's all about presentation, my friend.

( Posted by: toscano [Member] On: May 8, 2010 )

deathbeds and such
Thanks for your comments, Fransisco. Yes, I think I was feeling a little down when I wrote that one, but mostly, from what I recall, two things were going on:

1) I was bemused and dismayed by the fact that I no longer knew who to trust. And, sadly perhaps, it seemed as though the ones who acted the "friendliest" were the ones I could trust least.

2) But I also recognized another possibility: that these people who seemed so untrustworthy may have been trying to protect me, however ineptly. And that deserved recognition.

In the end, I decided both possibilities needed to exist in the same poem. ;)

( Posted by: manatee [Member] On: May 9, 2010 )

Friends
Great poem! I've learned in my life that I can almost never understand the motivations of the people around me. I don't know the back story that provokes the behavior. I've come to trust until I can trust no more and to realize its none of my business what another thinks of me. Life is really tough and I don't want to waste a minute adding my inaccurate narrative to the mysterious actions of others - or for that matter my own..

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: May 12, 2010 )





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