Blue Cat / So
Blue Cat
You blue cat
you’re just waiting
for your moontrane
to arrive
you feel anonymous
but anonymous was
an asteroid my friend
you are out of this rock
my friend you are
way beyond this rock
snubbing a half
finished cigarette
against the surface
of the cosmic
coffee table
galaxies blue cat
from your supernatural extra
brilliant intelligent breath
you blue cat you’re
just waiting for
your moontrane to arrive
swimming in a sea
of eroded anticipation
don’t you worry
your angel headed self
lungs in your chest
drag deep muscles
in your limbs wax
strong cutting incisions
through opalescent
Betelgeusian dust
you blue cat you’re just
waiting
for your moontrane
you told her where
you’d be station platform
but she might not come
she might not come blue cat
it’s the black hole where
your aorta should be
So
Said rock to toad
days too short
I need more time
said toad to pond
here was I born
here shall I die
said pond to thunder
tidings
I will be cleansed
replenished
said thunder to land
I have gone
but my sister draws near
so
she is sharp tongued
with sorrow
and beautiful
said land to ceiling
where have gone
the heavens
I so love to see
I too would weep
said ceiling to sky
goodbye
Alex Starr is a writer in the San Francisco Bay Area. Alex’s poems have been published in Volume 15, Issue 3 of Meat for Tea: The Valley Review and The Write Launch and will be published in Zoetic Press. Prior recognition includes the Dorothy Sugarman Prize in Poetry, George Harmon Coxe Award in Fiction, and Barnes Shakespeare Essay Prize from the Cornell University English Department. Alex holds a BA in Philosophy/English from Cornell and Oxford where he co-led the Mansfield College Poetry Society.