the unreachable star

must be out there somewhere...

I look out the window

and a blowfly suicides on the sill,

its staccato buzzing

melding with the drone

of the ceaseless traffic

and the fan's futile attempt

to conquer the summer heat.

As i wish upon a moth

a light appears

in the tenement opposite

and the moth bashes its head,

blundering ceaselessly

into a false flame.

I turn off the light

and a lonely dog howls

at an invisible moon,

so turning my back on it all

I look inwards

once again.