Evening Stars Named Venus by Derek Richards

evening stars named venus

contemplate
spiral stars
& satellites

w/ out great guilded gleams
of god
& her perfect pose of tear/shine.

promise you
a mid-american ode
to rugged
intestines

breaking down,
remnants of old oldsmobiles
on quiet
highway
desert mornings.

evenings stars
tattooed on our lazy thighs.
i apologize
for expectations.

dawn has ruptured
another aching sleep of kings.
coincidence
is angel wing

& tastes faintly of children.

we dance,
declare our smiles
90% sincere.

we share a cigarette
point out
evening stars named venus.

 

Derek Richards