genius
experimenter’s gone
took
his zippo and lysergic nursery rhymes/his pretty face fell down
wore
a
dress
to
harrods
belly
swelled in chelsea/and all that other lurid jazz
if
the lights had worked in miami it might have all been different
the
band
mumbled
new English hymns/gentle and acoustic
or
thumped walking pace metronomes
blips
of hard rock and film noise
in
the
limbo
of
the
space-age
let down
ugly
dictator rose/big nose/a posh horse
obsessed
with flying and his war dead daddy
he
worked
sacked and legislated
all
the
gentle
way
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