That Place

Even in dreams, it took
Days to get there.
I sleepwalked through a
Dozen empty airports,

Flew across oceans
Invented just to separate
That place from sadness.
Now my friend lives there,

But has returned to
Tell me about parties that
Go on even after you
Leave, fall asleep, and wake up:

Parties there
Last for so long
No one remembers whose
Birthday it is,

And the person whose
Birthday is being celebrated
Ages a few more years
During his drunkenness.

Parties are held so high
In the sky that I get
Lost up there, and drunk dial
Angels for directions.

A different angel comes
Home with me each night,
Talking dirty in a language
I don’t understand.