Time flies when you're living in the spotlight,
eyes so bright, manic, panic you're burnt out,
turned inside out, round about like a broken record,
but damn does that voodoo magic strike a chord,
moderation in everything, moderation in nothing,
something we're all searching for but can't quite find,
if I could do it again, I'd just make more mistakes,
a locomotive with no brakes, shivers and shakes,
the brightest stars burn out the quickest,
he was the slickest, or so he thought, Jesus on a cross,
sacrificing his life for us. Boy could he play guitar.
Author notes
Contest prompt: Ziggy played for time, jiving us that we were Voodoo. The kids was just crass, he was the naz with God given ass. He took it all too far but boy could he play guitar.
A contest entry
- I'll Seep Under Your Skin... by MiseriaCantare13.
450 points, ended November 19, 2007, 8 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I'm actually impressed by this. Ziggy Stardust was one of the lyrics that was hard to mess with, without copying or sulling it. You did this very well. It's a good poem. Good luck in the contest.
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This is a very beautiful poem. You did a very wonderful job in writing it. Keep up the excellent work, and good luck to you and your poem in this contest.
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