Cossmic Jive
as Bowie put it
is a

a sasparino plug esplande
formed swannishly like a trip with
your boyfriend to the zoo

and he tries to throw you into one of the enclosures
takes an unflattering picture of you
and then descends into a false crisis
whereupon
you become a genuine problem to him


and you think how many people am I truly a problem to?

the saintly melodic air of the starlit voice
is a companion to the music but
to philosophy

a lonesome yet succulent study of imitation, of the chorus which gropes at the heartbeat and snuggles into the symbols.

Amen Lord. Poonanny.