it was another Friday night
i was with my friend
we had nothing else to do
and we never knew what else
was there other than drinking
it was how we always find
ourselves when the long
thread of days were paused
and everything never felt right
nor wrong for all that was left
to alot those feelings into
were long gone
and yes, the only thing left
to do back then was
to get heavy and slow
we bought can of beers
and cigarettes
and drank and smoked
outside the convenience store where we bought them and i have to admit
we were only heavy drinkers
when something pulls
our severed heads higher
than where it should be
but we still managed to finish
a few
and when we had enough
we felt like
oil-thirsty machines
it was the best part of the nothingness
we talked about music
the nine to fives
the outcome of our lives
lyrics
our-then not so long ago past lives
the friends we've lost
minimal fun times in college
the little things caught in
spaces in between
life and life itself
that made us who we are
and that one particular
name that changed it all
and
there was silence
and its long duration
was like loading
a slingshot with a stone,
pulling it backwards to aim
and misfiring in the end
i saw his heart slipping out of his
sleeves and its radiance
influenced mine
and we've never been so sure
that in life, one twist could
either form a new substance
or break the whole vessel
but we were just drunk. .
and i knew from there,
we were brothers