My eyes water quietly in an airport lounge.
Weeping would be cheating.
Sounds of human hub bub and brou ha ha surround me:
Splicing chats, rat a tat tat
And flicks and spats
and preening screenagers
Celebrating their worldly traverse
In rhyme, lyric and verse
And perverse youtube addictions;
And leisure wear;
like I care that you could trip the light fantastic
In that much man-made elastic.
Life on Mars fills my ears and the years strip away from me
That I should find myself here
Bleary eyed from a Kauai flight
short-stop coffee docked
And two sheets west of an East Venice Superba sandwich
with my dear William
riffing splits and bits
of ideas on VR and the Doors
That take flight to Mars
And so it closes.
The music overthrows me; overwhelms me now
And a hollow space
Scooped by the small spoon
of Moonage daydreams from my heart.
Between eviscerated and exhilarated
Kooks redeem me
Thumbs in collars clutched
Mary Poppins Glam Rock
Is the truth of me.
Glitter eye. Glitter mouth.
Glitter soul goes south
Into an LA sunset.
Living a bucket list life but fuck it,
With a bit of luck it
might just be a Life worth living
To the sing song dance of my Principessa
and the quiet eloquence of my Prince.
I need to be home now
Because I’m bleeding emotion
And mosquito bites
And being here just doesn’t feel
Andy Warhol looks a scream
A howling dream.
And there but by the grace of whomsoever’s god go I.