blushing welcome

[serge gurkski]

I don't mind being shamed
as you know,
but
there are seasons for that.


What was it all about
last night? Let me
tell you:

First anticlimax I stumbled heavily upon
was when a supposed close friend
made a joke about me I
did not find funny.
Ok, he sorried himself out
(or better: tried too)
of the bloody enemy department.
It was neat.

But I was thinking,
should I skip the invitation
of his lover right then?

Shortcut. They had to beg me
but I followed.
Because not of him.

So yes and then
we had fine music
and I got served pretty well
but the pain, it stuck.

Once bitten twice shy, right?

I was not amused unless
when stoned more then
for a long time before
-You might relate -
I relaxed


somewhat.


Now in hindsight
it might please you to know
I got over it
but almost not up
the stairways
to my castle
on the fourth floor.

An invitation by your friends.
I'll think it over again.