Ant Smith

All poems

Bastard stars

There be rising stars
And falling stars
Even morning glory stars
And scary vampire evening stars
It seems that stars behave as though they like to move

There be giant stars
And dwarfen stars
Even binary bipolar stars
And claustrophobic holey stars
It seems that stars can sometimes find that they are ill

There be
White and red and yellow and brown
Stars of every hue
There even be stars of black and blue
It seems that stars can suffer torture and abuse

There are cepheid variable pulsating stars
Sometimes bright
Sometimes large
And that's the pantheon on view
Stars that act like me and you
The universal
In our room