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there's something dead about mary

Contributed by poeticjestix on Saturday, 19th February 2011 @ 11:43:03 AM in AEST
Topic: ambiguous

Lunchtime in the bull, talking to my friends
laughing off our problems, temporarily they end
two pints later honesty takes over from a front
I mention death at work as well as the team on which i'll punt
I say I want my picture putting out on e-mail
if the time comes early, when my body fails
for I can't stand the conversations when a colleague dies
900 people work there, their names they tend to slide
e.g. we sit, she says you Know Steve off of team 16
he was 52, a massive beard and he wasn't very clean
maybe I could have known him, we could have shared a glance
i'll never know from description , there's very little chance
the only thing that makes sense when I try to place
is the picture of them on their pass-card then I'll know their face.

this innocuous conversation sparks a something in my friend
he waits til others leave the room, cigarettes they're means of end
he tells me that his ex girlfriend died earlier that week
15 years ago they split , now he's struggling to sleep
the girl he lives with now he loves but he knows he just can't share
the remorse he feels, is it valid? Doesn't know why it is there.
She had two kids, they're maybe old enough for high school now
the way it ended ,it was strange. They rarely had a row
three years they were together, they bought a house to stay
he hoped it was the real thing but it didn't stay ok
took a long time to get over her and one thing that is so weird
he never gave her half a thought in the last fourteen years

I try to think of something that will remedy his mind
I tell him that its natural to care, no matter how much time
has passed apart with other meaningful relationships
i'm normally quite cocky with some clever sort of quip
but he appreciates the change he sees within my mood
he tells me she died of leukaemia, makes me feel quite rude
for jokes I told so many times were so insensitive
the cruelness never wavered, front was never going to give
he tells me that the funeral is next Monday, he is scared
that he'll cry and people wonder what they might have shared

what do you say? I wonder. Then at last there is reprieve
cigarette break over. Now, who was that bloke called Steve?

Copyright © poeticjestix ... [ 2011-02-19 11:43:03]
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