Throwing Stars

throwing stars      you mark my words you’ll fall

deep if you keep on
you landed already scratching
at earth scrambling for a portfolio         grubby reflection to nick
a million fathers identified at the birth under shiny pendulum
no mother motherless there is always a mother some crow cracks

on its way to some show somewhere

higher   go search that cave with the salty walls just standing in blood
sour grapes     held as the dirt packs into nostrils and other entrances