Lacey leggings and a fluffy tunic
never stopped his drummer.
I can still hear him beating.
Listen close, under the Universe.
There’s something happening
and man, is it glorious!
Embrace it; that artistry you had
wanted to throw out with the bath water.
It never falters in its weirdness.
Best just keep it close,
next to the roses that line your thighs
in the night, with the sequence tights
that dance with painted faces glowing.
All hail to His Majesty – our beloved Bowie.
Molly Roland is a writer by nature, and she enjoys stepping over the invisible lines society loves to draw.