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Mr. David Jones |
From nursery rhyme, psychedelic snapshots
he moves into a peaceful, folk player, curvy locks
guitar on knee
then out into space
eventually transforming into
an eyebrowless, Martian superhero
accompanied by a band full of spiders
after tiring from the shirt skirted bi curiosity
rolling days on the bed with Mick sharing Angie
he then rebels, grows canine legs, a short stint as a Future Legend,
a Diamond Dog
he crosses the pond to find his soul in Philly
going Station to Station with a troop of Young American Vandrosses,
with his friend John,
mocking the Fame they've seen on tv
escape, escape from the cocaine madness
travel and seclusion
Eno's Berlin
creates a new Sound and Vision
that dominates 80s white radio
he pops off , dances a bit
light and 3 weeks in the making
a Serious Moonlight he never takes seriously
the Cracked Actor descends in a chair
he paints, acts, tries, moves and changes Hours
Outside, an Earthling, a Tin Machine, over and over until
his heart crashes, a hard Reality
and "the pills he takes"
removes him from us
for a decade
he comes out to see us
to make a Next Day
to compete the masterpiece
a Black Star that shines,
comes up over the horizon
a final movement
to his Stravinsky
symphony
he is Bowie.
copyright 2016
Jack G.
Bowman |
