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Ive had my second dream of Andrew
And it was
That he had been brought back to life by our
Old geometry teacher/para-guru

Of course there was
a limited amount of time
In which we could all celebrate
his return

In a matter of days he would
be back in the grave

So we spent it racing around a duo
Of lodgings in 1940s New York
The pinnacle of our venture being
A movie premier at which the Rat Pack
And several jazz greats such as Charlie Parker,
Buddy Rich. Were going to be present

We were at the hotel courtesy of the undeniably deep
But uncharacteristically generous pockets
Which could be found on the father of a girl I used to date

The buildings. They were set up like this:

A fantastic, reflective, fountain top
Skyscraper in which I stayed and there,
Could be found in other minor adventures
With those other than Andrew

Next door.

Stood a kind of hostel/ school
In which Andrew might
have been sleeping
(would he sleep? No!)
but either way provided ample
opportunity for him to meet
a few people
who mourned his death,
had been struck dumb by his revival
and were not me.

Andrew

Was in good health it seemed,
he bounded, as was to be expected,
rather than walked and
generated a loving, awed yelp
from anyone who met him

he carried with him a set of tablets which,
tho permanent, looked like dry-erase boards
onto which he had marked

These were his writings which I
Were to hold after his departure

The Movie.

Was something which we had first
botched by showing up at the hostel /school
we then had to move quickly to the
second, wealthier building to catch the premier
which was hastening to begin

while Andrew made fine progress
and soon left me behind
I was suffering problems of my own

My sight was getting lousy,
I felt sick nervous and could hardly walk
(which was a shame as I alone had
mistakenly chosen the wrong floor
and had to enlist my failing powers of reason
to amend it

all these were signs that I was waking up

I quickly made it to the movie,
seeing Sammy Davis Jr.,
just before I walked in
My sight was renewed
I found Andrew
Amid the movie lit aisles
And sat down just long enough to
Witness the conflict of a farmer who would
only sell produce which had
passed over his dead fathers chest

Then I was awoken


I lay there with the settled
weather of the dream
And acknowledged another knotted fact:

Andrew and I would not move
into true adulthood together

Without him, the dangers of aimlessness
Were emboldened

But could be made just shy enough
To resemble a haunted house fair ride

If I did as was suggested and
kept him in mind as a friend/brother,
Tri-fired and brilliant, and not the raw
Tragedy which arrived every time
I recounted our lives together