Thursday, June 12, 2014

Star Spite

I wished for more time,
and I got a desert.

For Emily's muse,
I got Capital Letters.

For a date with a rock star -
geology professor!

I don't think my stars
like me.

5 comments:

Sylvia K said...

Hmmmm! Yep, you and me both!!! I think lately my stars have been flipping me off, as a matter of fact!!! No one says it better, MZ!!

Fireblossom said...

Stars are just impossibly distant balls of burning gas. I wouldn't trust my wishes to them.

Susan said...

Takes light years. Your lucky stars need more time ...

Gail said...

I need some luckier stars than that. Good poem.

Brian Miller said...

there is a star up there named after my wife...that is the only one i bank on.