somewhere near Electra
in the Pleiades…in Taurus
is my star…B6174556 etcetera,
and I’ve its gen-u-ine document
…pipe dream of intent
someone gave me, well-meant
loving…that I lost…somewhere
in my moves state to state
no matter…illusion
when I wish upon my star
I’m present in sound
of dry wind hurricanes
and distant three tone chimes
and brake scrape like trains…
and I breathe raspberry…rum,
gunpowder…welding fumes,
charred steak…
in too flamed…too iced a place
of glare day… pitch night
and yet, that jolt of star
is heavenly
Bonnie Marshall
Spray Paint Art by Thomas Sorresso
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