Treasure Island

Norman Santos

(Nov.19,1990 / Philippines)

Post-Revelry Poem

A sapid irony:
We are bisons of different skies,
diseases from different holocausts,
but we rummage through the night
of liquid spears and sparrow diamonds
as though we are one

A fandango of fire:
A highway of kerosene drags
the impending silence in our throats
and a plume of burning muse
creates a corolla of spindly lights
strangling the limbs of darkness
that palled our aging eyes

A cancer of smoke:
I sucked nicotine gold from my thumb
slowly dissipating into smoke,
we are reckoning clouds of stones
sullying in lightness, afloat
in whiffs of debauchery

A scintilla of jealousy:
The verdure in our green eyes
are sharp knives cutting the wind
into superfluous trivialities
shaping the dreams to fit
the tightfisted gloves of reality

Submitted: Monday, August 19, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 20, 2013
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