Andy, You’re a Star

Stars are the souls of old characters

who never see the light of day.

They illuminate the dark of our minds

and shine through cracks of private pages.

Brought to life through white-knuckled scribbles

and unanswered riddles

where anxiety & self-doubt intersect.

Originality is a ghost town and I am its specter

An apparition,

with haunting aspirations,

to expose the old souls in my mind

and bring some company to the celestial divine. 

Luna's mad chariots

(visions of wrought iron, green copper, & golden calves

visible through literary spectrograph)

hangs our waning stars over the night sky,

as the writer's penultimate epitaph.