There Is Astronomy Poem by Damian Mac

i will pull meat,
between my teeth
ashes will or wont
reside under my guise

to say hello, to not say hello
that sometimes
that sometimes,
says it all

what an abandoned headband
seems
those contrasting colours,
shout like men in fits and
without means

we call colour,
wish it too stay there
Blue for eye
Brown for hair,
stay there for an ever

a single hair on the bed
a shot star


Damian Mac