
stolen rings
do you want the sun?
do you want the moon?
your smile is so much bigger than the stars
it turns the clocks back
and then is noon.
what else do you want?
“just say a word and i’ll throw a lasso around it and pull it down”
no.
not this time.
the moon is not shiny enough
and the sun is glacial cold as you walk.
this is my crime.
no more rough talk and even with a
single pair I never fold.
I will stole one of saturn’s rings
I will climb up there myself to polish it
not even gravity can stop me nor my vanished wings
and therefere I burn myself in a selfless act of wit.
I am the burned man and the space is my store,
through asteroids in a utopic war
of sins and voids.
no lasso is enough to pull my wish from the shooting star
and my knowledge to come back is poor and shady.
I stole a ring of diamonds
(or is it granite?)
from the universe most beautiful planet
the milky way lady.