We garnish ourselves with irrational behaviors, avoidance's of white elephants, klatch's of coffee's and snobbery's, imbued in gossips...at the shallow ends of pools. You never dive very deeply, into things, for there...at that deep end, are truths, fanged and mighty.
We stay just south of civil, where the social ivy grows its poison tendrils, and we choke on our aloof...even though, we don't want too, and may never know each other well.
You never make friends, but chums...easy to lose, in a bar somewhere, as you continue searching, for a depth...in any draught of brew, some 'tilted' philosopher...to fondle you, and find your balls again...to drunk to care.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2017, at Deming, New Mexico
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