Ziggy Years
we were there, and thenSitting on cushions, flat as pancakes
Ziggy on the turntable,
With a stacker
lady stardust
Drew curtains
Kissed us goodnight.....
it wasn't good for us
yet we knew,
blew ourselves away
and anyway
Ziggy, gave us five more years
So we're sitting here
Playing games, lost
CD's borrowed from a neo child
Compiled from dreams in a dingy flat
Splat on the floor of re heated beans
Faded jeans (genes?), tie dyed
And skin tight dreams
Bathrooms with pier room halls of mirrors
And coat hanger zips
Hips in single sizes
Surprises in single file
Of
Lady Stardust
And spiders
And Mars?
And dinner she served
Cheap and Italian
Colour's of faded suites
Cushions with bones
Angular, sharp
We laugh
As spaghetti often does
We didn't know curls and twirls
Or penne from who knows
It came in curls or twirls
Or a ladies beehive
Behave
It could have gone this way or that
It all became
So flat
.
Poetry by Elle
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Written on 2012-05-25 at 21:07
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