but I hang with dizzy stars which shoot
in resignation for black holes,
delivering the power of hopelessness,
defining my emotional ruins.
How can I tell you it is easy?
Watching dancers on the street,
sweetly frazzled hair, freaking love, bouncing joy,
and I’m glued to the awning with sticky slobber
from cats with motor-driven claws.
It is One Shot Wednesday AGAIN. Go check out the good people and the good poetry!