stardust & wanderlust [space oddity]
seven years ago I woke up & Pluto was no longer a planet
seven years ago I woke up & thought I had the whole world
figured out but someone in a white dress shirt & striped tie spent his career crunching numbers, running figures, & conferring with contemporaries
things to make me question the universe
seven is the perfect age for telescopes; my eyes were already filled with stars & I filled my lungs with knowledge, exhaling stardust as I slept, seeded a gypsy soul treasuring Saturn’s rings over sparkles of diamond - commonly compressed carbon
seven years ago I woke up & Pluto was no longer a planet & I was no longer the same person looking myself back in the mirror- possibilities weren’t quite so limitless inside white picket fences I hadn’t noticed holding me in, holding me back, holding me down
seven years ago I woke up & remembered to take nothing else for granted everything we learn is subject to the whim of the universe
the stars look very different today
I have barely written anything since I made my big leap of faith/move to the East Coast, but this David Bowie-inspired piece was the first thing I was able to freely write after moving a thousand miles away & going from a life of solitude to a life in a one bedroom apartment with a significant other who also thought he’d always be alone. Although we eventually figured out cohabitation, our writing has fallen by the wayside. This came out of a booze filled night of Bowie videos. The man was a true artist, always pushing himself & boundaries. Genres meant nothing to him. Life was art. Where the fuck did Monday go? The world lost a great human Sunday night.














