I just want to say that I would bang the hell out of David Bowie, especially if he dressed like Jareth for me.

Huzzah Jim Henson and other people who own "The Labyrinth" and other such things.


He broke the rules and broke the world

with devastating hands,

turning icy eyes to the clouds

that shaded his lips

and turned his heart to stone.

He broke his chains and broke his mind

when the lark called for the loon,

whose own wings had been clipped

by the little dove that now flew high

above his splintered cage.

He broke his heart and broke his home

with scarred visions in his search for

an existence too noisome to be called more than safe

by any other than its creator,

an owl of heterochromatic soul.