“We Were Friends”
Dove the sandy hair
said goodbye
to dust of river
you were deadly as an artist
when we were friends
when I’d lick the crushed strawberry
from your jeans
then I’d let a dinosaur could eat you:
we were friends
veined in blue
we’ll never reach an understanding
and now it’s time to go again
we were friends
to travel dark caves
and place of dew
a place I knew
so these were our lives
passing in a kissing flame
poisoned butterflies
riding the backbone of this dream again
across the coast of you
hold my hand through the starry end
we were friends
a sprinkled dead and every rainbow sets
your honed fine senses to bloodthirst
a bursting star crown
we rode beasts with leather stirrups,
haunted leather pumpkins
our slipper footsteps
we were friends in the dying rain
the name of your friends
when poetry killed you
this line of sentiment
a butcher’s fox tail
burrowed deep into Snow Mountain
can ever the freckles release the he-burette holding too much pity
and only in some yearbook
were we perfect and young
but already dusty.
nicholauspatnaude 