Poem 44

no more parties
I dreamed you were
an aeronautical engineer
careful not to trip over
everything you're trying
not to feel
we danced till the end of life
the garden enclosed
behind the hidden gate
bittersweet, the message
two fold
she found grace, you say?
an angel on your shoulder
sideways on the underground
79 tulsa, bang the drums
no more parties
we danced till the end of life
upon my bed
red poppies, remembrance
of a bygone summer
jumping rail tracks
in sailor shirts
laughing
on the fire escape
you do the dishes, I vacuum
my red guitar, contentious
you were
in the garden at midnight
nightclub outcasts
no more parties
or parades
death, lost innocence
blue eyed boy, forever still
in a postcard
we danced till the end of life
your friend seated on your lap
for him too no more parties