Sea of Dead Starfish

it’s not a ship
silvery belly
home

images, millions
(I’m afraid)
mixed up with memory

people back to back
before glowing terminals,
and I can’t dial his number
911 for the rest of my life

everyone is compromised
can’t you tell by their blank stare?
the cows need to eat
fed by the grind
of promised stardom

the loneliest star stands under the moon
waiting to die
flesh to flesh, ashes to ashes
land, pretty, humming bird,
the view is violet floating distant
from this orange sea

gibberish,
because I’m a shitty writer anyway

Originally published at https://carolbankswebercoggie.wordpress.com on August 14, 2020.