Starry Eyes

a firework of a man spilt his last bag of cocaine on a pew bench
the industry shipped him off to africa to preach about stitching things up,
the art of piecing things together with a shoestring and a piece of the night

(he stole the starry sky so they might as well make him return it,
after all it was just a few hundred years begged back from a ruthless god
who told him he could find forgiveness if he abandoned the frozen city)

they started to regret it when he started chasing desert fireflies
because of course, dreams were the most powerful narcotic
and starving villagers started following the hallucinator’s manic sprints through the sand

when the desire for escape is greater than the desire for life, nothing is obvious
but sooner or later everything reveals itself
and his secrets were no exception

poor flies rushed to the site of the open wound
and now, every night, the fierce-eyed whores sing from the sagging streetcorners
“I’ve seen the stars!”