I stepped out
at midnight
and looked to the moonless sky
the big dipper is absurd
leaning on its elbow
dominating space
like a boss
half cocked
and ready to go off
at any minute
the huge douche of the night sky
no, you can’t control your size
but try to realize
how things look through
other stars’ eyes
get over yourself
sure, you can be dipped
but you are only a container
a glorified receptacle
with an over inflated sense
of self importance
you big fucking dipper
you are a cup
true
your handle is long
but it has no girth
and it is crooked
so obnoxiously obvious
there is nothing romantic about you
made of stars
you just sit
like a log
an awkward inescapable unavoidable oaf
staring from sky
the moment I step outside
your name sucks too
shout out to all the tiny, little, petite, modest dippers out the there
size is in the eyes
sonny d. 