Monday, January 11, 2016

(another) WEATHER POEM (another) RIP

rainbow snow wind rain
maybe it’s an RIP David Bowie thing
like anything is possible and everything’s fucked
though  the light is still so oh glorious
as heaven’s getting cool, real quick
and the weather’s just a daily disco
shocked strangers
on the street


  1. In 40 years heaven is going to start resembling Williamsburg on the weekend and Bowie and Lemmy will be wondering wtf happened.

  2. A section of heaven, I mean. Didn't mean to be so west-centric.