UNHAPPY BIRTHDAY

POEMS

By David Aaron Greenberg

for D.S.

MARIO

I was twenty two when I first met you
And not even twenty five
when you died

But I was happy then for the first time however brief
and even cool with it when you lied

You called me bro then left me alone

Now what’s the point in all this loneliness
This emptiness that goes on and on

All I get to be
is half a man
with my best friend forever gone

Relax
and take a blast Nobody wants to hear my slob stories

And I know self-pity

is the last stop on the road
to suicide

Once suffering has a hierarchy
the spoon is burnt the stem is baked
I can’t fake it anymore

So pour me
a glass of sincerity
I’m still searching for reasons to care

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© 2008 David Aaron Greenberg