bowie
lemmy
lou reed
and so on
that awful two-oh-fifteen/sixteen music cull
well i am tempted to say
it looks like
they got out
at the right time - legends anyway and dead now
we
may
be
their bad dreams
now the teletubbies hold the nuclear briefcases
and we tear the earth a new arsehole everyday
like mad gods on red bull
on teenager testosterone
like we got a Home World
elsewhere
sunny and safe for later
when we Dont
or am i
just counted and logged
home in supermarket pants
desperate enough to impose an order
on
the chaos
when i pull others up for doing the same
the square peg
goes in the round hole
if you got a club hammer
and dont mind splinters in your eyes
so
i
list
out loud
all the horrors
bowie
lemmy
lou reed
and so on
that awful two-oh-fifteen/sixteen music cull
lived thru
chugging chords and class As and magic
and
depress
myself
even more - i am putting out a fire
with gasoline
and its like satans greatest hits out there
well i am tempted to say
its not the events so much maybe
but the level of awareness you have
when they occur . . ?
is there peace
for my hurtling and loose mind
in that hiccuped brainjag ?
i show the day my back
in a check shirt again - unironed
buttons missing off cuffs
and i go down to the wild pergola
where
i
can
see
nothing
but
free wood and worked wood
tumbling leaves
and springs first palette mix
my still hands - ink and turmeric under my nails
and my troubled feet
in second hand soldiers boots
and try not to Think
At
All
but even my farts sound sad today
mournful like a steamship foghorn
in the last days of a golden age
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