Throwing Stars

You fat, presiding gasballs,
masking as prophetic lights. You
crowbars, who have snaked
between us, cosmic gremlins
that loosen bolts, saw apart
dovetails and hurl us
to separate, snagged-off
limbs of land. Had I
the reach, I'd turn
my skin and skeleton
inside out, break off
diamonds of bone
and pelt you
with the strength annexed
for crazies,
who have nothing but.