The first poem I've written since being on the road -Cody Winger

Friday, September 18, 2009
Star Light City

The first thing I noticed about Bismarck
Was the stars
Out here you can still see them
Shining like outcasts
Of a world that prefers electric
Your white lights smile in the sky
As if your poetry has crafted light house satellites
And dotted them across the blackened heavens
In a Morse Code that reads passion

I was born of electric light
Raised in a place where stars
Are a distant mythology
Because the pressure of shining
Becomes so difficult at times
It is much easier to be a black hole than a super nova
But there is still star light
When it illuminates through constellations

Bismarck
You have painted the heavens
Intricately hollowed blow guns out of pencils
To hunt for a beast that brews expression in its bones
Tattooing PERSISTANCE across your chest like a mantra
Your victory has been a long time coming
You can see it
With every step you take
On ladder rungs woven from bits of inspiration
Keep climbing
The open armed canvas of the galaxy is not far off

I am a shooting star
Going from constellation to constellation
The sky is not as big as we think it is
My time here dwindles away with my tail
But my faith for you stands strong and hopeful like a light house

You are my star light city
No matter how far I’ve gone
I will always look back and see your constellation beaming
Your stars smiling brightly against the blackened heavens in a Morse Code that reads
Passion
You are not of electric light

You are of blood and trees

Bones and rock

Tongue and fire

Bismarck
Though you did not know it
You have intricately carved a notch in my blow gun
Hollowed from pencils
Since my time being a shooting star
I have killed my first beast
Here
I took its bones and carefully laid them out in front of me
This is what came from them
The fruit of my labor

Now I leave it with you

Use it as fiber for your ladder rungs

You have painted the heavens
Keep climbing
The open armed canvas of the galaxy is not far off