It’s thirty years today since Curtis died
A sad loss to the music world, you know
He went as the eighties dawned, years that tried
To build on Bowie’s androgeny, though
I remember some girl students not so
Sexy in their baggy gear, playing down
The hetero look. Just one was different. Oh
Mini-skirted doll, the only one found
In the literature department, around
Me too little, too late, sadly. I might
Have gone out with her ugly friend, but no
Someone else claimed my affections, and soon
I was taken and captured, shut inside
For the first time. Love tore us apart, though
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