future legend

David Bowie

And in the death

As the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy thoroughfare

The shutters lifted in inches in Temperance Building

High on Poacher's Hill

And red mutant eyes gaze down on Hunger City

No more big wheels



Fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of cats

And ten thousand peoploids split into small tribes

Coveting the highest of the sterile skyscrapers

Like packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of Love-Me Avenue

Ripping and rewrapping mink and shiny silver fox, now legwarmers

Family badge of sapphire and cracked emerald

Any day now



The Year of the Diamond Dogs