The Stars are Naked by John Tustin

The stars are naked

And when they cast their eyes down upon me,

Tossed like a million dice,

I shiver in my clothes and blankets –

Wishing I could be concealed.
Photo by Andre Moura on

About the Poet:

John Tustin is currently suffering in exile on the island of Elba but hopes to return to you soon. contains links to his published poetry online.

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