bowie must've meant it
im a black star
we all saw it, the way he glistened
i'm a star-star
i wanted his velour, his heterochromia
the way sex hung from him like a loose neck tie wavering, cat-tail like and sultry
seen in his un-presuming gaze, his prism of gender deconstruction
fractal burns for teenage desire
man, she punched me like a dude
so easy, what he named in me
not this or that, but a conceivable beyond
i'm a black star, im a star-star
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