Stars

Stars:

Stars:
I just need some satisfaction
Tired of wishing upon dead stars and expecting a reaction
The dust of each atom lies within my heart
And I collect the love of people like they were plastic shielded baseball cards
From when we ran the yards at edgington lane
Past the alpha and basketball courts that held no nets to play
Or the merry go round that robitussin wings consumed thoroughly in spin
But when the centripetal force outweighed the speed I almost lost my crowded belly's contents
We walked the pig path almost on the daily
When I lived with my grandmother as a teenager
Down in woodsdale at the bottom of oglebay hill
Where she would bird watch with binoculars from the bedroom windowsill
And the three tenors would echo through the kitchen radio
Spreading decibel dust on chess board puzzles
And Hershey kiss filled bowls on the table
She wasn't able to do much but sit
In the green recliner that I inherited
Until the arms broke down
And time had taken over power
And that piece of her was no longer there
she always praised my words
And consoled me when teenage angst hurt the worst
Her stories never a burden on ears and always with purpose
Though I was too angry to want to learn
The wisdom she nourished me with
Too young and stupid and bullied to be concerned
With my future and how it would flourish
And bloom out of season, or whither without reason
The petals of her eyes drying tight to make up on chilled skin and a formaldehyde easel
Filling what once had been the light I assumed would see my lifetime
Or at least know that when I think of her my soul glistens with fireflies
In the hearth of the cabin in Maine against the shadows
Where granite shaped our landscape and the ocean was always too cold to battle
And the pine would suckle the air like perfume crackling through evening relaxation
In the bedrooms where monsters were replaced by year round inhabitants foundations
That spun there walls across ceilings and pillow tops until the season was fit for traveling on our vacations
We gathered seashells full of snails
Blackberries at sunset rock by the barrel
We almost went into shock when the hornets decided to talk
And stinging words were all they could manage to exhale
Then thunder canyon would roar
Like the candlestick bowling lanes constant chorus
And the seagulls would flirt with hair and shoulders asking for more and more and more
We toured the forest
Prepared for bear caves to warn us
And the flora was something magical
Most gone untouched by human forage
But the song of the forest played at a different frequency
Then the traffic of the city and the whir of electric transformers on summit street
The air was of Acadia
Salty sweet with trace of small town radiance
The skies the blue of a robins egg before due
To hatch the sunrise in its crackled stadium
And I'm stating the truth for the sake of degrading memories of my youth
That will change with the mood I'm in when excavating their tomb
So I place them back in caskets exhumed
And seal tight the lid for an excuse
To remember them the way I used to
In the present
When they best soothe
The satisfaction I keep asking dead stars to produce