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stars sitting in water

stars sitting in water

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Published by Austin Davis
my 2nd book of poetry.
my 2nd book of poetry.

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Categories:Topics, Art & Design
Published by: Austin Davis on Apr 20, 2013
Copyright:Attribution Non-commercial


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stars sitting in water  by austin davis
night blindness
my night blindness is getting worse.thinking that life is pointless but that's the point, it's stale but still sort of pretty."between two points, in midair, i'm levitating." says my stereo.my night blindness is getting worse.the endless swarming armies of headlights constantly barrage me from the left lane.thinking how easy it would be if a driver in the opposite lane got a phone call or text, and while lookingdown accidentally swerved head on into my car, i flying headfirst through the windshield of my '99mercury grand marquis.or if i was thinking about this and slammed into a stationary car, 30 seconds later i am a bloody mess faceto the ground, remembered as another dumb teenage driver who wasn't paying attention.my night blindness is getting worse. but it makes everything look so much prettier, each headlight and streetlamp is a star, closer to earth thanany i have ever seen.the truth is i would rather die blinded by stars than peacefully in my sleep.
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 like grey colossal towers in the skyheld by immensely dense invisible cordsa perfect set filled with clueless actors who forgot their parts millennia agomankind is like black chalk smeared across the perfect mental image of a robertfrost poem.and i see you standing there and i feel an immense guilt weigh upon myshoulders knowing what i have done to you and i am sorry. i am selfish and ideserve this.and i ebb and flow.my thoughts of nature and of beautyall add up to nothingonce when i was a kidi saw true beauty in a stream by my housewhere the trees speckled the sunlight acrossthe gentle current, clear enough to see the rounded stones at the bottom, andit cast wavering sunlight shapes across their smooth backsand i had not seen it again til i met youyou were a sad shade of violet sprawled against an enormous beige prison and i, bright blue boisterous grinning saw something in youthat i had not seen before but felt in myself  but that was long before i was an asshole.

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