Floaters Poem by Morgan Michaels

I've found it pleasant to name them after stars-
Though they often behave more like fishes
Darting from nowhere as they're wont to
Like hidden, fimbriated wishes;
Eggy sturgeons, one-eyed flounder, restless sharks
Or the revolting leopard fish
Spin-drifting through
The sea of the vitreous.

Moreover, they like to multiply-
A very un-star-like task-
(Breeding a function ofener seen in sharks
Than stars, which show a tendency to solity:
But stars have prettier names, by far:
Better to murmur 'there, by God,
Goes Betelgeuse, Deneb'
Than Mackerel or Cod.

So I declare them (floaters) enough like dirty stars
To be their namesakes. One like Venus, humongous,
One faint red, like Mars,
Only moving, moving. A trifle wayward,
I admit, in that regard
And a bit confusing, yet,
What you can't change, I say,
It's wrong to fret.

And, day or night, eyes open, closed or in-between
The longer you live, the more of them you see-
Harmless, (we're told) , but annoying-
And a bane to those with OCD;
So, (am I wrong?) I call them after stars
And make them my familiars
Guessing a name sufficient to make things
Passible to those who think no more.