The Thin, White Duke

 

 

the guitar ambles
and sighs
chest heaving
body writhing
rising again
under this serious moonlight
a hurried hum to catch the drum
crescendo and fall
always
there’s always a nagging
necessity to
turn and face the strange

 

RIP Ziggy Stardust

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