Guest Poet Remus Dan
When I was You
When I was you
visionary lemons were mourning
and holy water was flowing
through your pale gems,
through my rusty veins.
When I was you
whips pythons were dancing
around a lost sombrero
in my cartoon life,
in your musical comedy.
When I was you
Chinese eyes were traveling
through the solitude
of your childhood,
of my past.
When I was you
all the spires were wearing a tuxedo
for an ordinary Mass,
for an ordinary me,
for an ordinary you.
September, 2002
Remus Dan's questions:
Are the stanzas balanced enough?
Who do you think "you" is?
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