StarGazing

StarGazing

by dan ankers

For what it’s worth

I own a little bit of the sun

And the moon

And the stars

Hell, even time

For what it is worth,

a penny for your eyes,

and for your ears...

another dime;

But I must warn you

The telling is not so much the thing as

the understanding

of it

Here, the coherency

of your sanity

is merely a vanity,

a wafer-thin amenity

in this hostel-hallway gateway

that we call life

You must remember that keeping yourself intact

is not so much of an act

as one might think.

It is a very distinct

possibility

that you might

fade away

Life calls for heavens perversions

other urges;

other versions

And who you might be...

or think you might be

will diverge at some point

and life will anoint

you with

anonymity;

even unto thine own self

For whom might you be,

if you did not know of your own self,

already?

In a Flash

I am already breaking that flask

on your lap

for it was not worth it;

putting its worthless contents

into this glass

"But...Why,” you ask?

Because in your impudence

you started out with an assumption

then you expected we partake in that idea’s

consumption, with no hesitations, at all.

And that is the mark of a mad-man,

And one who howls up at the moon,

And bangs his head against the wall....

And we are a different kind of stranger,

one who knows of his mortal danger

but contains his own rage and anger

You would be proud of me