An ode to a friend:

Beats and drums rested unheard, when…
You bought the Christ
You looked and winked
You stopped and vaporized…

Poems had never been the same, when…
Profligates raped you and
Gonads went asleep after the rains
You looked and smiled
You stopped and died…

So nights are easy now days, when…
I sleep and think of the cans
Emptied cans and a shoulder’s fatigue
Running glass down the rachis
Someplace else…
I looked and laughed
I stopped and cried…