ground control

on david bowie’s death:

there

are no words

for loss

but thank you

for leaving yours

here in

the star dust

and forever

*

a paper passed

around flimsy

wet from signatures

of people silently saying

all they could to a girl

who could no longer hear all

for she had killed herself

a while back

that must’ve felt like an

eternity for her

and for me here

with the paper in my hand

like a lover who will go away

but hasn’t quite found the words

and i don’t either

thinking that

maybe because i have

nothing to say

she killed herself

the paper cuts

on its way

to the next hungry

hand and dry mouth