DREAM FUDGE POP DYLAN

 

the point of your brother
is to be not like you

bob dylan says to me

hes in his albert hall suit
hair nashville skyline short
&
he runs the bath taps
&
he stops the bath taps
&
he repeats this rhythmically

giving the plug hole
his interview stink eye

in the border town motel bathroom
we had crossed the manson desert to see


~


i dont think
theres water
here to spare
but

theres feedback sneers
on the dusty wind
coming in the open window

the thin curtain a wagging skein rag

so i keep my voyeur counsel

as bob is sprouting 

a blonde on blonde bouffant 


~


i dream-think i know i am dreaming

&
it takes the bite
out the ache of the cool

&
the dont-look-back backstage clash
of the zeitgeist invention tension

photo - Speed #54 from the Dagenham Archive