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 2am ambulance.
The one that offers fruit
then sends you crashing to the reef...
A smiling spittoon to purge the poisoned
glass from your bombed out sheltered soul.
Our star
Smell it?
The one that passes perfume.
Beneath the fragile being of self-worth of your gravity.
Then jerks it away.
Our star
Once a blooming evening flower
now nibbled raw..down to the stump.
Face down in the cold black soil,
Our star has turned to mud!
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2014
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