man grew to love the
sea, abuse the land he walks,
and to fear the night.

as the moon blocks out the sun
all is dark,
all is silent; the air, still.
it feels like the end, but the day
is dark only for a brief moment;
the death of light and sound,
seems un-ending but
is gone as quickly as it came

the night beckons, her stars call to us,
praying that their stories be heard
before fiery cores turn to stone,
and the light fizzles out;
and you'll whisper, '*******,
i've never felt so alone,'
because that's what we'll be,
out there in the darkness,
alone.

and with no stories left to tell,
we wonder what will become of us,
these star-children,
who have witnessed much in the life
of celestial bodies, compared them to our own;
and someday, our cores – our hearts,
will stop beating – turning into the heaviest of stone.

i crave the universe; it's expanses, outer reaches.
i want to drink from the big dipper, have my fill,
be merry.
escape with me, from the wicked pull of gravity,
leave this *****, scarred earth.
i want to inhale these scattered constellations;
exhale galaxies, nebulas.
i want to leave these silly material things behind,
we can leave ourselves in this beautifully infinite silence,
let the stars tell the stories of the great orion and cassiopeia.

leave your own footprints on the moon, on mars,
wherever you wish, starchild,
there's too much to see when you live in an
u n f a t h o m a b l e    e x p a n s e
staring into stardust,
staring into the roots of you,
of your creation,
of your nebula-blood.
your star-bones.

sometimes i wish we could all realize how **** insignificant we are.
we have ancient star-matter in our bones, our veins, but
you will never be your zodiac, ruling the sky— cancer, pisces –
i'll never be antares, or even the very sun we revolve around
but still, aren't we marvelous;
with our star-bones, and their burning marrow cores,
with these nebula-veins, spanning the space of
the universe of our bodies.
aren't we marvelous, with our eyes full of galaxies
that nasa would **** to see through their telescopes.


do me a favour, you starchild,
leave a supernova of a legacy
that will burn bright for all to see
for eons to come.

violently, from
a sick, pale face, blood spills forth;
a fragile life lost

i can't tell
am i shaking
because the room is shaking
or is it something else
my body is an earthquake
each fragile blue vein a fault line
the bruises are where the ground
caved in and
s p l i t
broken blood vessels of the street
i'm an earthquake
i can't stop the tremors
words don't make sense
the tremors make the words i speak
shake with a violence to which nothing
and i mean nothing
can compare
and
words?
what the **** are words anyway
say them all enough times
they lose meaning
leave a sick taste as they
leave your tongue
syllables like molasses
thick and sickening
and when i get to thinking of things
such as these disgusting words
the tremors calm
the fault-line-veins settle
the foundations of my bones
cease their rattling
and i am okay again