star time

under outdoor covers

it’s star time—


a cloud of zee’s above my head

starry stars sing so bright

I can hear them twinkle

they rip tiny holes in my black blanket

and meteor showers sprinkle


stardust, sparks and aborigines

are dancing around my fire

did Van Gogh paint this starry night?

I whistle “Vincent” and tug on an ear—


satellites speed celestial

like Einstein’s watch is

a time continuum quandary

hey, these dreams are relative

Mercury sent me melatonin

and the Big Dipper is now

a chariot of the gods


sleep, perchance?

drug enhanced


I’ll dream my star time

About troysherdahl

A blue-collar bohemian with a penchant for fine words and dirty jeans.
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