Big Light

by fruitbit

[Star talk, pulled from the net]

Around in the clubhouse before the game,
Movie Star really wants to
stand out from the crown.

Fitted with a star tip
on the end of each hair,
Movie Star pokes
saggy shadows
and makes face beautiful
once merely, for a newly-arrived.
(Stab away, and welcome.)

They swallow greedily
red beer white wine blue regal yuppie wine.
“You can pipe it all over;
you can turn without moving,”
says Movie Star.
“I amn’t just
any type of spinner.”

Then, a sign that is immediately understood:
ADOPT A MUSICAL SONG.

“Ohh yea yea,
my old game,”
sings Movie Star
with a winky-eye and a cat-eye.

A big racket, then
the top note opens.
Cows milk the limelight,
and still
the ready horse stands quietly.