Party

For your birthday I give you the sideways articulation of red-tailed shadows against the screaming stop light crush, The sweat-stained, wine-soaked nights Spent nodding into cottons And a box of dreams felt once then Unopened and lost. We’ll sing ether wafted alleys, robot-kissed breasts bright ribbons two-penny condoms-- I’d give you the sky if you would speak again my baby angel