Stars, ignore the crimes occurring br like catfights under the windows. br br Sometimes we're ashamed br of what goes on in the alley, br the things we overturn br and track into the house. br If we were cats we'd know br when to move on. br br The pastures of glass we pretend to forget br are always browsing at our heels. br The beauty of most men's universe br is a spot of oil on a rainy street. br br Sun and moon, leave off br your pretentions. br If you were wise, I doubt br you would carve us our shadows. br br All of us humans scratch at the screeen. br We want what is ours. br You look down, the moon looks down, br everyone looks down these days. br br All of us claim what br we spot at our feet.