I made a noose out of the stars

Of then, Smoke of a squandered summer morn The barrel of a summer afternoon And the spittle of the soundless shots of the stars within a summer eve Homeless homage, tainted talent awaits to watch and berate Wilting wonders to wound a heart the size of a horse Hoarse to mourn the drowning drought of the mellow monnow To drown the blessed sapphires of summer fever With fevor and bloodied weather And sleep on a velvet throw Turn these demons and paralysis upon the stars And stitch and tie and tighten And wear aware of the consequence And ensnare the stars aware of the darkness Pay the fare to the ferry And pretend not to hear the merry walks and dreary ends of life Pretend not to tighten without the enticement of and ending life Pretend not to sleep Away and away and away Further than the astral splurges of this Life Sleep with the intent of death So death may bless the creaseless crown of my forehead And sleep with his singular kiss forevermore 2//5//2025