Stardust envisioned in shattered windows
moonlight crying let it be as it falls to Earth
yet he still calls to twilight
and the stars he holds so dear

One day the caterpillar will fall from under his nose
then on that day he will wave and join that parade
waving in a pink tutu with wet hands
still with just stockings on his feet

He will dance with all and sundry
it really does not matter to him
he is hard as he can be
in gay bars calling himself Courtney

I sometimes wonder where he is
such a strange and freaky chap is this
I think I will call him Melvin
after writing this and give him a big wet kiss


By Christos AndreasKourtis aka NeonSolaris