We Are Dead Stars

You can blame the stars
blame them all you want as
they shine on and on through night
and behind the blue morning tint
as clouds float on like cotton candy
for all we know, they don't even exist
yet they really do behind all that blue
up there, behind some ozone layer which we
once believed was the location of heaven
but now we know that it is not
because the stars are further than
that of our feeble ozone layer
so much grander and wayy out there
beyond our concept of time
   (for all we know
      those stars
   could've died long ago)

And now we're FAR out, way beyond here
   as I sit at this lap top
      bandaged pinky typing away
   (because life
      is filled with occasional paper cuts...)

   Playing with addictions
testing my will, testing the depth of
      the fall, the impact of the crash
   testing the fire as the flames rise
      and burn like a festive celebration
   living this life
      as what it is
      as a series of choices made with either
   yes or no (but this time
      mostly just saying fuck it)
   catching those curved throws
      and throwing them back
   at Mr. Slick Shit
      with that talented wrist

You're no underdog, you're no hero
just walking along like everyone else
on a cracked sidewalk with a pair of Nikes
a wallet full of cash and a mail box full of bills
and red eyes staring through shades,
hiding the true nature of things
stoned out and hung over, light headed and seeing dead stars
shining on a Monday morning,
seven days with only a few hours of true rest

   Can we fit in one more week before the end?
      Another dead star leaving flesh
   shining through those twinkling moments
a boxed in Heaven that is not beyond blue skies
   but here, now, with you and I
      as we remember this day
   for the rest of our lives