YOU LIKE TO THINK THE STARS ARE DRIPPING You like to think the stars are dripping while You sleep. You like to think you'll snap awake And step out on the deck, and in a while, Your eyes ready, clusters will constellate And then start dripping, just over the oak: A weathered black and white Jackson Pollock Whose silvers slap the cosmic curtain. Like to think? No - you're actually certain That when you're not looking the universe Loses its straight face and gets to mugging Peeing its pants giggling and shrugging... Stable? Who said stable? Metastable Maybe and that's only maybe. Unstable Is just as likely. Don't sleep too lightly. --