“And I will strangle that blue star”
He was saying
“What is he going on about, now?” 
We all thought
His hands reaching for the sky
“I will pull it down
   and strangle the life
     out of It”
He was saying in a strange
   distant voice
“And why would you be doing that?” We asked confused
“It never came to help me
   in my loneliness!
 It showed up, cold, distant 
   only in my imaginary telescope 
Taunting me
  Calling me names
    in an unspoken astral language”
“Why don’t you reason with
   this beautiful distant star?”
     We wondered
“It is having my mind
  Like a pig on a spit,
   slowly roasting
    in it’s cold blue flames”
“What seasoning is it using?”
   We asked (a bit hungry)
“Just salt and only on my most open wounds” he moaned
“No paprika, No cayenne?
    That’s strange. 
      What sort of strange blue star
       is this?” Curious
“It is the sort of blue star that should be strangled,  by me,  with my bare ungloved hands” he stated
  We shook our heads
   and went back to peeling
     the skin from the moon
In chain of fact
It hangs a necklace, now
 about the world’s neck 

February 10, 2025 SGL Brunswick, ME