our merry band of fallen angels

[plural]

O captain my captain

my captain
was
Nik
who had the charm
would sell you what was
already yours and
glad you would be
for having taken
such advantage of him

Jimmy was the lover
NYC slick as ice
his eyes put old women
through menopause in
reverse

Tom was the jester
who never failed
to make us smile
ensuring
we were
always
in on our own joke

Chris was the poet
who saw the world
as we were unable

Xavier
was the devils dream,
nothing would he not do,
for love or money

James and Charles
were lovers unrecognized
and in the end undiscovered
inseparable and
of one
mind

Max was the flake
but completely endearing
his false innocence
fooled even the most
hawkish of mothers
but in the end
he could not
pay his debts

Noah was the fighter
on stands of principle
or for cause of loyalty
with seven casts of angels
would he watch your back

and I
with out Nik's charm
or Jimmy's looks
Tom's humor
or Chris's poetry
Xavier was
far more daring
and James and Charles
knew more of love
Max was more endearing
and Noah more just and courageous

I

was
the schemer
the architect of our
grand designs
and as such

also the keeper
of the blueprints
to our souls

for while my merry
boys have
gone before

In
my heart
a piece
of each
lives on

now
and
forever