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Starman's got the ozone layer thing under control

—Starman said he had to go.
said he wasn't the same as in his videos.

"the atmosphere can't catch a ghost.
can't catch my flow.
my radioactive hallucinogens" he said.

he said a lot of things

the kind of things you say
when you're leaving.
i told him
we were sure he was immortal.

never even gave it a second thought.

and he told me
that as long as the sky wasn't falling
he'd be here.

running the daylight into the ground
and surfing the milky way     
wearing only a crown.

"you think i'm giving up?".      

                               No.       

we're selfish and ugly.
want to keep all the pretty things.

hold 'em tight
like concealing the sun in our minuscule arms.

hold you close to our breasts.
where it's soft and almost as warm
you can live in our chests.     
burn us up with all your life giving.

"you're a pretty thing. so please stay".   

but Starman left. he said he had to.
and we never saw him again.                                                                                            we'd spun around in the
saddest wonder
as he vanished swift from view.

half expected the sky to dim itself
into oblivion in his honor.

but it didn't.
of course it didn't.
it was just.

different

we cried.
oh man we wept.  

blew the ghosts of kisses to the atmosphere knowing they'd slip right through.

and we sang like croaking sirens.
scratchy throats are the best instruments for the heartache.

he always said that.
always said.

nothing really dies.
it just
leaves.

The brightest star is yours,
                                                RB