Saturday, October 15, 2011

Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe

I love poetry.
I love David Bowie.

It's really quite that simple.

Found on Verse Daily:

From Jim Daniels' book, Having A Little Talk with Capital P Poetry

David Bowie Esperanto
cha-cha-cha-changes

A flash of metal trash in a vacant lot.
Mirage of glitter in the distance.
Sudden hiss of a punctured tire
on the edge of the universe.
Nobody to push the rest of the way
into free fall. Nobody but gravity.
The end of a beautiful nightmare.
What you would have sounded like
if she'd given you more time.
The churning robot soul sparking
with faulty wiring. The marriage
of a stilt and a crutch. Perfectly tuned
grind. Notes scribbled on the phrases
of the moon. The cynical faith
of the choir of sinners. A pout
and shout. Slippery when smug.
Bridge freezes before road. Cautionary
sneer. The heart pondering a change
of heart.


 Daniels' plethora of other books include titles like Night With Drive-By Shooting Stars and Revolt of the Crash Test Dummies, which means that I'm overdue to begin reading everything he's ever written. Jim, if you read this, I heart you up & down.




Stay shmancy,
EJP


Watching:
Bram Stoker's Dracula as directed by Francis Ford Coppola


Reading:
Frankenstein, Agent of S.H.A.D.E by Jeff Lemire & Alberto Ponticelli


Listening:
The Golden Age of Wireless by Thomas Dolby (am I the only who thinks he was totally Brit-nerd hot?)

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