JAMES DEAN
(1931-1955)
Sept 30 death

The light on your Porcshe
stops your car
on route 466
heaven stops its mirror
from night corridors
in a Hollywood Styx
you were once driven by
your acting mobility
now you are lost
in the lines
of cops coming by
to the suburb's neighborhood
watching adolescent bones
rise in a window shine
when the sun in your eyes
become cross-wise
listening to the radio
from a descant of melody
opening your five star doors
by unfixed road signs
in shadows of your nobility
over curbs of lantern wicks
remembering "East of Eden"
to get over any way to paradise
with a night of film clips
and a nip of white wine.