drunk hallucinations in a field

jfs5-10-10jfs5-10-10 Posts: 326
edited January 2011 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
He says I feel like an amber aura.
Everyone is confused.
He says hey come out into the field and feed the golden deer.
They think a substance is abused.

Looks like he took back a chair.
Broken guitar chords
Echo in the moonlight.
They all stare.
He's unaware.

He says count the shooting stars.
If you catch one you'll go far.
But I think they may be a little out of reach.
Rambling things trying to teach.

He slept in the field that night.

Sweet morning dew on guitar strings.
<b>Your light's reflected now,... reflected from afar...
We were but stones,... your light made us stars</b>

Buffalo 5-10-10...First PJ show..Life changing..magical..
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