Friend of my youth,
red-haired hilarious
satyr of the senses!
Kicking your heels
and burning down the fences
of our small pastures.
A first priest of poetry
scribbling incantations
into books–
plotting rebellion
in the nooks and crannies
of the town that we
abandoned.
You have drunk deeply
of the forbidden brook,
tasted the defiant fruit
of knowledge,
while cat lies lazy
in the window
with a broken tooth.
Your Byzantine rituals
of serpentine silk–
leading you to gossamer oceans
of milky oblivion.
You and I so serious
in our quest
for a quiet insurrection.
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