that careless void of hateful stars

that careless void
of hateful stars.
(a brief ranting.)
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last night we sat
beneath the cold
cold moon laughing..
getting drunk with
angels while trying to
shoot down those hateful
stars we wished on
long ago.

(i told you the bastards
were bad news didn't i
love?)

your kisses felt different
to me..

like slaps to the face
which strangely excite
a lusting heart while
simultaneously sickening
the soul.

i think it was the way
your eyes kept dying
love..

coming back just slightly
..long enough to fake
dead- laughter at my corny
jokes..

before fading away into
the Cemetery Greens
they've seemed to be
lately.

and the angels were all
pitifully without insight
were they not?

i always thought of them
as psychic when i was
a kid...helpful heavenly
being who are
able to foretell events
and predict tragedies...
or warn people about
the bad shit getting ready
to go down...

but they all just stood
around did they love?,..
drunkenly singing...

watching us
drown...!!

(in that careless
void of hateful
stars.)

jsh