One morning at work

I'm left in a low orbit
circling my life, a planet
so far away,
it escapes me.

Two days in Albuquerque (Found Poem - Creem Magazine)

And the walls are beginning to close in.

Still waiting for Jaffee to find out

if Roeg will talk to us.

Supposed to meet us in the bar at 9

last night to give us an answer

but he never showed.

Returning to the room at 11:30

we spent half the night trying to call him,

but apparently he was amorizing

in someone else's suite.

Impact cut to: medium shot of the door bursting open

and John rushing in.

"He's out there, I just saw him!"

"Let's go."

Cut to: tracking shot.

A figure in green jumpsuit walks down the dim corridor.

As he passes the glass doors leading outside,

a flood of evening light illuminates him.

The shock of red hair alone is enough to identify him as

David Bowie. His shoulders rock from side to side

and he has the springy step of one endowed with

an overabundance of energy, even though

he has just completed

a full day's shooting

in 90 degree heat.

Stopping in front of a room, he knocks

but gets no response.

As he turns to leave,

he meets the reporters who have trailed him

here and are ready to pounce

like diamond dogs.

My Life (at the moment)

Rejection seldom
gets to me.
Once, it did, but
that was then.
I'm a lion after
missing the kill,
left in the dust,
throat on fire,
sucking wind,
no regrets,
no remorse.
Hunger drives me on -
my life, my curse.
Staring off
into the distance,
death will come
one day.

Scary Monster Teenage Blues

Well, I walked in the pouring rain
Up in the tower they're watching me hoping I'm gonna die

Pretending it's a whiz kid world
Blindfolded, chains, and they stomped on us

No athletic program, no discipline, no book
One flash of light but no smoking pistol

Silhouettes and shadows watch the revolution
The vacuum created by the arrival of freedom

And no one will have seen
and no one will confess

Shout it while you're dancing
Another piece of teenage wildlife

Not Fade Away

Well the bitter comes out better on a stolen guitar
Layin' on 'electric dreams
We've got five years, what a surprise

Of the mountain To the rooftops
With God given ass
This mellow black chick just put my spine out of place

Let the children use it
I'm back from Suffragette City
Praying to the light machine

You better hang on to yourself
Five years, that's all we've got
A soldier with a broken arm, fixed his stare to the wheels of a Cadillac

Like some cat from Japan, he could lick 'em by smiling
Love is careless in its choosing
Oh don't lean on me man 'cause you ain't got time to check it

A brave son, who gave his life to see the slogan
I could make a transformation as a rock 'n' roll star
Then the loud sound did seem to fade

away

Hunky Dory Requiem

Look out you Rock 'n' rollers
You've left us up to our necks in it
Look out at your children

Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor
Things that happened in the past -
All nightmares came today

Homo Sapiens have outgrown their use
Andy Warhol looks a scream
Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow

In our wings that bark, sighing,
the swirl through the streets, ch-ch-changes
the writing's on the wall

Every time I though I'd got it made
Only happened in you mind
and my time was running wild

So I turned myself to face me
And of thoughts unkind
But I've never caught a glimpse

So I throw both bags down the hall
It don't feel like no bed at all
Is there life on Mars?

New Apartment

Your coordinates have changed.
Satellites twitch their antennas
confused by the new x and y.
After two more orbits
error messages cease.
They blink and purr
knowing
this is your
home.