what could have set the stars in motion
a hard boiled egg thrown at the Heavens
is as good a tack as any among the ruminants
an often officious offering of hopeful effect
made during a time of dreams and trouble
as a friend with a favor to give
to the heartsick and trail weary
whose tolerance for surprise is tested
sticking their heads above the parapet
to seek something unforgettable
a bent author's senile signature
yes this is mine alone of no other
no prospect of avoiding misidentification
once and for all as a thing of one instant
may not be the same in the next
but that's just me as theater
all curtains and voices muffled behind
feeding lines to a hungry mouth
a struggle between the world of wish
and the world of stark requirement
turning your best parts into an oath
giving strength to lift a finger
against those who think that to outwit
is to stop the motion of the stars
Categories:
misidentification, how i feel,
Form: Free verse