Friends are for Nothing

Hey friend?
Yes friend?
I’ve been meaning to say friend.
What is it friend?
Friend, I’ve been doing a lot of nothing.
Yea, that’s what I’ve been doing too.
It’s so useless friend, the whole time I do nothing.
I just think about what I could do, friend.
Yea I think about who I should be with, friend.
Maybe…
What is it friend?
Maybe we should do nothing together, friend.
Yeah, that actually makes nothing sound like fun.
I feel the same way, friend.
Hey friend?
Yea friend?
Thanks friend.

poem by Martin Byrne
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Let Me Come Home

I left you there, strong and sturdy
Lights turned on and heat cranked up
Closed your door, to take a tour
With the girl I love so much
I traded my home for another that night
And although it was brief
Someone decided that for that night
I should feel grief
I took my leave from my girlfriend
(my home from home)
To travel back to where I left you
With lights turned on and heat cranked up
I desired your physical feeling and glow
And so I walked…
“A mile” I said “It will not be so bad”
But little did I know
Of what I did not have
“MY KEY” I gasped
I forgot it in your depths
While I walked towards you

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poem by Martin Byrne
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A Hole

Brother where art thou?
Hidden under screen doors?
Did they grow like choke weeds
Around the tree?
Are they silencing your trap?

Brother where art thou?
In berry bushes, a wine flavor?
Did you forget the clippers?
Did you let the screen sprout
Like a city from the desert?
Something that should not be there?

Brother where art thou?
Did we not come from the same womb?
Will we not have the same last name
on our tomb?
Do you remember the skyscraper you built
from the sand?
Do you remember what we shared...

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poem by Martin Byrne
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