here's to the glam rock messiah of outsiders and misfits,
the androgynous man of the stars with the music.

born in brixton,
he traveled the universe by spaceships and soundwaves
with wild hair and one eye dilated.
book-loving and queer,
in love with the thought of turning 50.
the world had never seen a man
living different lives at once,
but here the starman came reinventing himself:
ziggy stardust, thin white duke, aladdin sane, major tom—
all different selves tied together by his heart.

he lived his earthly mission, rightfully so
that even the gravity of the world could not keep him put.
so on and on he strummed his guitar and crawled on stage,
in spaceboots and dresses, in porcelain doll makeup,
reaching out to all the nobody and somebody people

but one day his cosmic vessel
was taken down by a secret sickness
and halted his mission here on earth,
and so the streets and little bars smelling of cigars
were flooded by the ones who mourned,
who looked up to the stars,
wondering where their starman went.
the world had never seen such an electric creature,
but here the star man came in music and dance,
saying it was alright to be weird—
to embrace strangeness
in a world where every earthling wanted to be the same.

and perhaps, he isn't really long gone:
his time here may have ended
but now he is out there, somewhere,
on some distant star,
watching over the Earth as he always has.

Okay,
so I've let you go,
and I'm oddly calm about it,
no freaky heart about it,
no hyperventilation, over-exaggeration
no panicking and crying on the floor about it
I think maybe I'm okay
I think maybe that today
it is safe to say
that I'm moving on
from you.
And thank you, dear sir, thank you
You opened my eyes to so much of the world
You showed me love, and you showed me heartbreak
So thank you, dear sir, yes, thank you,
And feel free to stop by again
someday.
You have a place in my heart, a special place, always;
You're welcome here, always
I'm not mad at you, I swear
Am I sad, au contraire!
I think that I feel rather freed...
Leaving me without a goodbye
Left me on the floor, feeling like I might die
All I really needed was some closure
So, thank you, dear sir, thank you
For tossing this gal one last word.

I watched the ghosts of people walk around me,
Pieces of what they used to be,
Memories scattered around,
Hearts broken and stamped on in the crowd of the world.
I watched them slip away into the emptiness,
One by one as they turned,
And walked away, not once looking back,
As they faded into the twilight world of illusions.
I heard the echoes that day,
Of sounds that no longer existed,
Of love so rare that it seemed forbidden,
I looked up at the haunting night sky,
Street lights illuminating in the dark,
As a deathly hush fell over the entire city,
I drowned in the labyrinth of memories once again,
Surrounded by a mist of,
Shadows aching to be real once more.

They want us marching to the sound of fear,
Footsteps dull, thudding in-time with one another,
Eyes always fixed on the horizon,
Searching for a sun that always lies just too below to see.
We cannot go back;
Nighttime has already fallen
And we march ever forward, chasing sunlight or outrunning darkness.
We are never sure which.
The stars are no longer the pinpricks that show us a glimpse of Heaven
Poking through the blanket of vast, lonely nothingness.
They have mutated into the eyes of our enemies,
And they surround us and outnumber us a million to one.
They want us to move forward, but no matter how far we march,
We are followed by more and more eyes, twinkling and menacing.
Black silhouettes of trees stand against indigo skies,
Swaying so erratically in the wind that we swear they're chasing us.
March faster than the trees, faster than the stars' light can travel.
March faster than the sound of the war drums can reach our panicking ears.
They are here. I can hear the drums.
Can you hear the sound of drums?

Sunlight on hedgerow
No one attends your morning
show
Red , marigold and brown
Beige and shiny black
Thou art a treasure to the eye
yet fools turn their backs
An entwined miracle teeming
with life , shimmering in new day light
Red tip and 'suckle , chickadee and sparrow
Green windjammer sheets filling me to
the marrow , stoic within the windy confusion
of February , inquisitive and refreshed
Newly aware* ...

**** with mother nature
And she's gonna get ******
She don't always act like a lady
She's the one who handed you the gift of life
And she can always take it away
Oh look up in the sky
It's about the size of Texas
Oh ****, it's the end of the world
But don't you come crawling to me