Fallen Star

Fallen Star
Not so lucky
as Jimi or Janis….
to shoot high, explode and descend
as forever embers
upon terrestrial culture…
Same brine but
Different music…
Shouting in the hallway,
Smashing ashtrays in the kitchen
fog bound mid-morning awakenings
accompanied
by a bass drum of dying brain cells
like a marching band off a pier.
Not so lucky
As to be wild, quick and gone…
Just over
                  And over
                                    Again
Only slightly worse each time
This falling star
                            Is not an asteroid
But a slowly descending moon
Pulling
A tide of trouble in tow…
Spending each last crumb
Of good will
                          Promising never to repeat

Only to do it again