Earth Star Poem by Felix Bongjoh

(i)

A scar recalesces
into the glowing
scratch of a star
wearing a saw's edge.

Asteroid and comet
tails spray
sparks to roll
into a planted star
on a still earth

jumped down from
a nebula's hollow.

Star, flare into
a spiraling twinkle
in dawn's
midnight growing into
an onyx curtain.

In the beaming
night of a creeping
blinking
chameleon light
flipping out twinkles
on earth's floor,

a spilled star from sky
jumps down
to a stormy roaring
earth steered

by a quivering
winking
emerald eye
bleached and blotted
into a misty screen
and fog,

the full staircase
into morning
not ignited
to flame into daylight.

More than
a swinging firefly
from a thin
pointed
ray of a flashlight,

it's a neighbor's
twinkling
lantern shining
all night

rolled into a slow-wheeled
dawn and creeping
sun of an early
winged sun of morning

bouncing into
silver and cream
rays whisking
the tail
of daylight.

A butterfly breathing
out the hue
of its walking
dancing spirals
to tickle eye

with the flicker
of a chrome
diopside
prodding memory
with the burning

glow of feathers
from the splashes
of anglerfish
and the tentacled

jellyfish
of morning
spraying
streaks of rays.

(ii)

Through
drizzling screens
of light waxy rain
and mist
rolled out into

light's white
flip chart,
the inner bowl
writing out
a rubber check

to be cashed
at a beach side's
counter,

every smile
the eye
of the bow tie
to fly
into flames
and beams

of a plastic
forehead, a client
burning
in the embers
of a clerk's scam,

that neighbor
of early dawn
still pointing

his sharp torch
to burn out eyes
into ashes
swinging red lights

in a breeze
pulling off
a cashier's hole
burying
a feathery client.