I didn’t like myself that day
who is this impostoron our dour Scottish skyturning grown men into lobstersbefore our scrunched up eyes
At times, inescapable.
David sang of Blackstarsand the guy he sent to Marsbrave souls who stepped forwardfeeling their most awkwardtaming the Lizard…
One day I’ll find the words and they will be perfect
I’m on the plane. Ready fur home.
He spoke of the people and their plight
Maybe I’ll walk like I’m ten feet tallsee over crowdsscale the highest of walls
A big man. All bristles and bear hugs.
Again and again, he’d ascend from the dark.