birth of the sun, moon and stars

i'd heard

it spoken

how he

hated stars

and frivolous

things



and lazy

sundays

old dogs

with

older men

who sat

in parks

smoking

talking with

young children

imparted wisdom

he never

in his existence

conversed

with god

with strangers

with her



they said

if you met

he'd inspire you

and you would

cut out stars

drag down

the moon

and live

in the suns shadow



but with her

he fumbled words

drank dark poetry

in darker places

than she would go

all while saying



i never cared

i don't care

i won't



they say

his child

looks just like him