Oh Mr. Stardust and I have a mutual love

Copolymer sheets grinded down to miniscule hexagons

Not as glamourous as crushed diamonds

But now availible in an epic array of application methods

My way to freak out in a moonage daydream

It glints and gleams with glimpses of faraway starmen

My mind does a dreamlike disco

A heady intoxication lacking propriety

Have you tasted it? It’s better than cupcake sprinkles.

But ingestion is not my prefered means of consumption

Much like Bowie when he becomes the human manifestation of an alien,

I fancy it applied to my skin

As we shimmer we radiate bisexual jubilance

My departed Ziggy and I.