I have Friends, you know...

I have friends
you know

Friends
who buy coke
a 100 grams
at a time,

from bearded men
on big bikes.
Friends
who keeps

their guns
loaded and
whose nocturnal
adventures

appear in papers
Who occasionally
do time
and who would do

other
things for me
If only asked.
I have thought about it;

mad on liquor
and love lost,
and though blinded
by both,

we
are
both
still

alive
and well

poem by Carsten Thomsen
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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