There is a star
A star named Allan
Sometimes Allan and I talk
Allan is a street cleaner
A big time executive
A window washer
A feminist
A convicted fellow
A city employee
A nurse 
And a victim
Allan has been known to enjoy long walks on the beach and candle lit dinners
Allan sometimes wonders what he’ll amount to
Allan has given up
Allan is 7 and 67 and 4 and 42 and 8 and 18 
Allan’s soul is old
Found in e indexes of a second hand store
Between the expired bottle of A1 steak sauce and archives of Archie comics
Allan sits in front of his analog television
He finds peace in the static
And sleeps in the clouds
And dreams of fast cars 
And beautiful women
And wasted nights 
And arriving late for coach class airline flights
Allan updates his dating profile most nights
He finds pleasure in the planets, perfectly aligned in a system much too large for the human mind to ever fathom
Allan wants friends, but will never find them because Allan doesn’t really exist
Because Allan is just a star 
And Allan will never be missed because Allan will never mistake love for the dull glow of the galaxies
And Allan will call on his mistress to make him feel more like a star that had never been found by a world that can barely keep itself alive 

-Anjo