Aimlessly

to hell with you and all your secrets
i only told because of the shoulder i thought i had
to cry on and a good lad
but illusory comrades eclipsed what i thought was real
and instead gave a bullshit shpeel
about how we'll be friends forever
and you can trust me the way i trust you
but the only lips moving are mine
and when it came time
to lend an ear
silence ...
silence...
silence...
it sounds like dark, gloomy, melancholy
fake friend, real foe or folly
it isnt jolly
not jovial or trivial or convivial
the arbitrary things you said
to invisibly balance what was counter said
they are running through my head
and like the hour hand which takes it's time
i dwell on each and spend a dime
until i'm left with sixty-cents
and none the richer
like six-pence