liked you better

na.

liked you better

when you strung out,

when you weren’t

all high & mightyn’

on top of the world

(like you seem to think

you are now)---

yup, certainly liked you

better when your life was

in wreckage, when,

more like the reality you lived

less like a fantasy &

didn’t go to the store to

buy that can of white paint for

your picket fence &

when you were liked better,

you didn’t chatter all the time

clouding those the conversations

of others round you,

as well as those inside your own

fragmented skull---

yes, have to say i liked you better

when you were down & out &

distraught, than bundled up in

whatever illusion

you are treading water in

now.