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The Ziggy Years

We were there, and then
Sitting 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




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Written on 2016-01-11 at 19:08

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
A wonderful piece of memorabilia. Those years seem so far away now. But the songs were so great.
2016-01-13


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
This is a fine, wistful poem, and a nice memorial.
2016-01-12


Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
Ziggy sang in a spaghetti western alley way
The kids were strung and dyed we cried and anyway
Time is kind of unkind when one doesn't mind the day
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay . . . :)x
2016-01-11



Aww, he was so much if my rebellious trying to be cool teenhood. Sad sad day.
2016-01-11



Hey this is really clever:)
A tight, smart write:)
2016-01-11