My Conceit
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he said
‘you treat me like shit’
I just laughed
not worried at all
barely caring surprised
he felt
I treated him like anything at all
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later
when he was really drunk
he called me buddy
confessed
he was afraid of death
that things were slipping
out of his hands
out of his head
he started to break things
to shatter my distance
so I pushed him
a little too hard
with a snicker
a left hook
neither did much good
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he said
‘you’re still the same old prick’
I laughed
not worried at all
barely caring
dismayed
he felt
I had to change because he couldn’t
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Oct18/76
Another of the stumble-drunk poems. This one about those drinking pals I look forward to so much simply so I didn’t have to drink alone. I recall one booze buddy who said I was the best pal he ever had – sound familiar – years later I heard that line in a song about drinking. Years later, I don’t remember which booze hound said that about me. I’m sure it was after buying a round drinks.
‘you treat me like shit’ is an actual line said to me, more than once. As a drunk I was emotionally overwrought while being detached at the same time. I was sardonic, even cruel, when not feeling much sympathy for the travails of others. Partially because I thought that a nasty streak made me appear more intelligent, witty, intellectual. It was also a way to keep people from getting to close. I’d rather they thought I was nasty than gay.
Things did get broken 🙂 The drunken confessions weren’t mine, though I may have felt some of those things. I wasn’t afraid of death – after all being a drunk is a slow death. I had suicidal thoughts & imagined drinking myself to death like my hero Dylan Thomas or doing some theatrical gesture like another of my heroes, Yukio Mishima.
My conceit wasn’t in thinking I was not as bad as my drinking buddy but thinking only I recognized that I was probably worse than him & he was humouring me so he could get another drink. Neither us were looking for change unless it was to try a different mix for our drinks.

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