for david bowie, who fell from earth last night.

i just listened to Black Star, thinking it was an old bowie tune i had somehow missed.

something happened on the day he died. now bowie is gone, and it's killing cold, and copp has to go back to that infernal hospital. so tenuous our hold.

i always saw him as a spirit, bowie that is, though copp as well, tenuous but tenacious, so clear a passion spirit. oh sorry copp i love you i know it's tense and scary. can we hold on?