Nitty gritty galaxy

by Marné Swanepoel


Luminous buildings, cars and cigars

The life of the city,

Makes the sky seem empty,

As if; all the stars have fallen.


I call them land stars,

Or the nitty gritty galaxy.

Every skyline has plenty.

As if; all the stars have fallen.


Twinkling little stars,

Living among the human race.

You’ll be captured and kept in jars

And kept on a nightstand next to some stranger’s face.


You’ll grow attached to their dreams and nightmares,

You’ll decide to stay even though you can go any­where.

You’re a shooting star, lacking drive.

The city makes you seem less alive.

As if; all the stars have fallen.


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