an infidel runs out to the street
to gaze at the five planets which aren’t there,
the whore ties her hair in a bun
to sing to the moon draped behind the clouds,
and the starving mutt barks
creating a collapsing sense of reality,
where sound & vision are marred by
the man who sold the world,
the goblin king wreathing gold coins
enumerating the faces in pain, and
the pain in faces.
how odd is that space of un-belonging,
how dust from stars fall into my eyes
to let me see and let me think, and burn
from ashes to ashes, from skin to skin,
I did relinquish the desire of faith and fate,
I stole the diamonds from his eyes
but they were just buttons with no life,
so in the end, there are only dreams
and that tiny whimsy bit of hope
that has to be quashed, in order
to live.
the whore’s song has died.
the infidel castrated,
the starving has starved,
and I,
I, done with the world.
A Farewell to David Bowie. Linking it up with With Real Toads.
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I really like how you let us glimpse to the rise and fall of the man… not just Ziggy but the pale duke and the rest… I do remember the magic of seeing him in 83…
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Hey HA–a lot of stardust going on here– how odd is that space of unbelonging is a line that really jumped out at me–thanks. k. (ps I love your photo — your own portrait I mean.) k.
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“the faces in pain, and pain in faces.” It’s a work of magic. Love to you. ❤
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The history of man so poetically expressed. “creating a collapsing sense of reality,
where sound & vision are marred by the man who sold the world,” Powerful writing!
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I think this is an awesome poem, both as a memento of Bowie’s impact on art and as a comment on 21st century mores. Excellent poetry.
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Great poetry, my dear. 🙂
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Hiya Ha! First of all, sorry I am so late in reading your posting to my challenge. But, now that I am here, I wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed your tribute. Here you have evoked a tone that is haunting and beautiful, like the gasp of air you take when sobbing so hard you’ve forgotten to breath. There is a calm, a beauty, and a sadness that I really like.
I also like how you chose images and sentences that feel like Bowie in their depth and obscurity, like looking at the five planets that aren’t there! Well done, viva la, and thanks for posting to the out of standard.
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