what stars are property?

 

 

 

I can't sleep anymore,

not after that exploding star

in the galaxy Messier 81;

my left ear that prefers

a cool position, now curls all

the way down into the center

like the arm of it's spiral.

 

Some things are brilliant that way.

Logical as the underworld,

that place of departed souls

where Mother told me, years

ago, our father went.

 

I would pin my undershirt to

the window as a sign for him

to risk everything and return

to me with his powers to make

the sweetest Koolaid, just as I

liked it,

and to slide the dime under

my pillow, as I pretended to sleep,

for the tooth I had lost.

 

I knew, deep in my heart, he was

that fairy all the time, black and tall,

for I saw him sqeeze my mothers waist

and heard her growl like a beast,

secretly torn, from the underside

of a talking leaf

 

saw her brown eyes  roll back in her head

like that young girl again plotting planets,

with that red-ribbon coo of some crazy bird,

with appropriate markings,

tempting devotion.

 

 

 

(the vestal virgin

watches the sacred fire burning at her alter;

wears her chaste, a sleeveless garment

as the glume, empty bracts

at the base of the spikelet;

holds in her hand, Azimuth and awful

the  horizon full of letters

but few poems.)

Reviews

[Tree]

You have extended a small important memory and stretched it out
across the sky.... Casear commented in here that he's been reading nothing but melancholy poems of late but I say man, is there anything else?

[Emily B]

i know very few stars, i wonder if they have bothered to learn my name

it seems like too big a thing to expect

[caesarkreshen]

Everyone's poetry seems to have an underlying melancholy these days. Maybe it's just me.