COSMETIC
to the best
of my knowledge
no one asks
the planets
the stars
the galaxies
about their loneliness
not a single poet
single cosmologist
and so to
Earth
for God knows
how many centuries
the centre of everything
Hubble bubble
popped that one
didn’t he
back to Earth exquisitely
nothing special
we got mountains we
got oceans
boy have
we got oceans
but under this curved sky
this vault of blue atmosphere
at least
talk of beauty, the cosmos
cosmetic
to the best of my knowledge
poems 2 die for 