The stars travel backward

The stars travel backward
Beyond the purple skies of pollution
Which you gaze upon through cars of color
Blurred
Where there is seclusion
Great balls of fire

And who ever stops
Existing to be different
Speaking through screens of poisoned hair
And schemes of furry phrases
To tickle the eccentric side
Acknowledging the fact that you’re sad

Sad such a boring word
To describe the feelings of young children
Who cry at night
Because they cannot express, explain, articulate
Why they can see or think of form
When all is encouraged for them to learn to read
How to laugh when tickled

And the stars, though after they have been gone for years
Are still visible here in my living room
Glaring my computer screen
Meaning their lives have continued
For decades maybe more
After they don’t even realize
That they have combusted