STAR SHOOTER
 
While shooting aimlessly through the galaxy,
A space cowboy bursted his vessel
In the high mid-twenties.
 
His rocket,
Which would only fly
 When the moon was fixed,
Had melted away with the sun.
 
His body was found face down
In a puddle of astral fluid,
With a rope tied around one arm,
And one hand still clutching
His net full of stars.
 
Planetary diamonds they seemed,
But dreams they were
In the tears they drowned.
 
Pictures were flashing,
Then all backs were turned,
As his pocketed stars
 
Turned to dust.
 


STAR SHOOTER (The Dreamer) by Suzy Kassem
Copyright 1994 - 2016.

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