Stardust and Grains of Sand
(with Eline Santos & Strahd Lacanlale)
I get high
on stardust and grains of sand
gazing on shooting stars falling
like flowers, fading like roses.
Hope for your love dims--
I'd settle for a kiss
on the mango's cheek.
Dawson's creek is
a metaphor for my life.
Looking for sense and reason,
that faded river of truth,
washing the dust of memory
hanging our skeletons to dry
weeping our slow dirty tears
leaving tracks on the sand
washed away by tears of our sorrows
I'm high now.
And I miss you.
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It's another entry for Poem a Day.
This is another renga. This time it was done with the able help of Strahd Lacanlale and Eline Santos. Lest you cast aspersions on the writing talents of my friends-- please know that that awful Dawson's Creek line-- and all the other lines that have to do with getting (naturally) high -- are mine.
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