Anthony Bianco Poet Free verse

Mud Star

Our star.
Feel its sting?
The little dingy one
with jagged edges
in the basement of the universe.
The star that winks... sashays ...
Relentlessly teasing- then merrily slices away. 
          Our star
Hear it careen like molten dreams.
The lost one that mimics a 2 am ambulance.
The one that offers fruit
then sends you crashing to the reef... 
         Our star
Smell it?
The one that passes perfume. 
Beneath the fragility of "self-worth". of your gravity.
Then jerks it all away. 
          Our star
Once a blooming evening flower.
Now nibbled ran. Down to the stump.
Face down in the cold black soil,
          Our star has turned to mud!

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Carolyn Devonshire September 4, 2014 at 3:40 AM It's always sad when our goals are not met, Anthony, and we feel like we've bombedout like a star comprised of mud. Been feeling that way myself. Thanks for sharing. Love, carolyn