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
throwing