an ode to Bowie (repost)

Dearest wildflower grinning With powdered crooked teeth And hair incandescent and strange I write you this as though it were my last. Follow me into the Holocene And the night ghosts will not wither your grinning soul Your blue eyes dance away Your iris discoloured and grey Never has indigo seemed so violent And Auburn hair seem so opaque And strong tongues seemed so silent. During Berlin nights And blanched London days I'm forever burning in your flames.

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