How about a little endless in the afternoon
All the limited stock I prefer more of
My preferences not quite opinions
Like activities inventing a personality
Zero masque for the astral masquerade
As you wake up another person
Following seven dresses to the fireside
The ball glows by the air’s own light
Heat rising promiscuously off my body
Thermoceptive, sensing the gradations
Minimum inheritance or welcome curse
For the duration of poetry don’t cry
Here is the zipper where a soul shall be
A radio unraveling in the navel of the galaxy
Blackstars decorate whitehole
Ignore it you can only discover what you know
Coming back to life also the weeds
Overwhelmed with excellence
Living a higher life as on tippy toes
There is no such thing as bored only unready
Polonaise
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I’ve been trying for the last freaking five years to have a little endless in the afternoon. “Blackstars” — I recently realized that Bowie’s “Blackstar” was maybe influenced by Elvis Presley’s “Black Star”! (They were born on the same day, after all.) Check out the Elvis version: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f17PxIcLS2I
Oh! That’s a start of a poem, kinda like Becca’s Mr. Ed/Stein one:
In the villa of Ormen / every man has a black star / over his shoulder
I’m the Great I Am / born upside down / black star don’t shine on me
Sheesh Elvis/Bowie! Hadn’t made that little connection. Jumpsuits!
I share my birthday w Peter Lorre.
Shine on-
I love this. Especially, “My preferences not quite opinions / Like activities inventing a personality / Zero masque for the astral masquerade”
Yeah, I was just about to comment on the same lines Lorraine mentioned:)-