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!