Bright Sad Star
Bright sad star
fell down from the sky,
but she's going back there.
Brand new,
brand now
revenge.
She was going back up there,
blazing, falling star.
The world is a heaving bucket full-to-the-brim-of dirt
with a sparse sprinkling of joy on top
— and that sprinkling is made of stardom.
They'll all be sorry.
He thought about ugliness and beauty
and how things slip through
your fingers like powder,
and wondered whether or not
he had any real sympathy for
her,
who he knew, would in the future be tiny and
exposed and at the mercy of forces
that she could never control.
Beauty will save the world, he resolved — Idiot.
Her thoughts were in monochrome —
giving her the feeling and pressure of
an explicit migraine.
An austere psychological aesthetic.
It all droned on in her head
nihilistically.
Bright sad star
fell down from the sky.
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Richard Cabut
Disorderly Magic
Far West Press, 2023
