I'm a Sagittarian
I look up
but I'm no lover of starry skies
sharp bits of broken glass everywhere
how come then
I still like gazing?
gazing at such a great wholeness
until gently it lifts me
from the Earth?
my mood is suddenly uneasy
some one
loves you
and secretes tears
I warned myself long ago:
the spoils of love divide unevenly
I only
have myself
and sell time
to tomorrow
to make a killing
tomorrow is where brute beasts incarnate
the faces that have peeled away already
who knows where they are now
I’ve already peeled off
thirty-six of them
dog-faces, pig-faces
may I suggest to one who loves you:
don't go collecting those faces
they will devalue