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.

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.

The Starchild

She was sat on the lawn.
The inner city park an oasis
from the August heat steaming
from the searing concrete buildings
of the old city.

I opened my brown bag.
And ate my sandwich watching her.
From the surrounding woodlands
the wild animals
had congregated
at her feet.

Almost like a class
of kindergarten children.
She was talking softly to them.
From the distance I could see
they held no fear of her.
And soon neither did I.
how could I?

Curious I sat down on the grass
in my business suit.
With the rabbits and squirrels.
She said to them the sky
was the roof of our world
as we know it.
But also the floor of eternity.
That she was a starchild from out there.
And her spirit plays in the sunlight.
Far above
in the land of starchildren.

She said at night she watched
them play through her open window
far into the starlight above.
Where the light was pure and timeless.

The sunlight caught her hair like a halo
For a moment I thought she was an angel.
She said she will return there one day.
And her being would drift
from star to star
exploring everything.
Seeing wonders that did not exist here.
She would visit
every single one.
Since she would have
an eternity to do it.

She does not come
to the park since
the fall arrived.
and the golden leaves
blew into the cool winds.
the park now seems
an empty sad place.
And in my heart
I miss her.