The stars cast a stellar glaze of doused asteroids in kerosene.
They're going to ignite.
They'll spin & sparkle & sprinkle themselves through the rough days.
Bright burning sweet bulbs of clear liquor;
Vodka, whiskey, rum-filled stars.
Tipsy, turvy, tossed and crazy.
The stars are drunk and lackadaisically speaking inside dreams that will make a difference eventually.