Most poems have been about love
or the lack of
art for art’s sake
the false practitioner.
What happens when even false
is not true?
The ocean turns blue
and stars fall.
Because of a difference in x and y
combined
a blue ocean becomes red
and a star falling becomes cold.
You look better as the night falls
as though ready to accelerate
into the cosmos
forced out, welcomed, and enslaved.
A bullet to the heart replaces
a bullet to the chest