Saturday, September 15, 2012

Morning Star




Won't you be
a movie star,
a shooting star,
a morning star?

(Don't you go
away.)

Movie Star
News
and gut-bucket blues
and tripod bottles of
(fuck it)
booze,
c'est les
muse...

(Don't you go
away.)

32º east of the sun.
17º west of a comet, 
seems good for nonce,
Ponce
de Leon,
flowing neon 
knight,
flowing, glowing,
vomit.

(Don't you go
away.)

The mailbox
across the street
has been half open for
over a week, 
looking like a drooling
imbecile.