For David Bowie At the Hour of His Death

I watched you
shimmy shimmer simmer
ever since my memories
were small.

I danced with you
shining out from my mirror
in sunglasses platforms underwear
before parties
and when I was sad,

felt your extraterrestrial eyes
always with me.

I got weird with you
in punk clubs
hipster basements
folky attics
the most glam soirees
and the shower.
You could always get in
anywhere.

I saw you transform
yourself again and again,
forever relevant
as your sound waves spread
throughout the galaxy,
and me, as I moved slowly
and finitely
through time
in one steady direction.

I loved you bright and dirty.

Even now, your soul-
saturated voice
grins glints glimmers
through the sensitive needle
on my turntable,
floods my brain
with delirious dopamine,
changes me again.

Even now, you feel
fiercely alive and vital.

You reverberate down my bones,
massage my shoulders
with your thin white hands.

No light has been choked,
no star has blown out.

You will vibrate forever
in the atmosphere.

You will jam endlessly
in newborns’ eardrums,
shake up each new generation.

You will sing always
in the heart’s chambers,

remarking on
the sexy atmosphere
and incredible acoustics.