Tiniester Poem of the Day

Asteredux

Stars without pride
become
gin on the tongue

Tiniest Poem of the Day

You Spoke on the Phone

On the dark lawn
the stars spin softly
in their darkened bed

And the stars fall
silent above the sleeping
babies of Kansas

While dreaming
a star stretches
and holds her lover

The starlight
shatters like knives
above rounded rocks

The weeds grow
fat with light
from falling stars

And the wash of stars
lights the earth
from inside

You as light flew
honey and smoke
you spoke on the phone

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