A hot bath with David Bowie’s last record

At their height
the veins in these hands
looked like power cords,
like ridge lines
on the moon
pumping blood
from the heart
to the fingers,
swollen blue

but now, more
summertime worms
scarcely seen,
dried up,
bloodless:

there,

it happened:

your life got lived
by you
or
no one.

Berlin, Feb. '16

Berlin, Feb. ’16

 

About pinklightsabre

William Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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7 Responses to A hot bath with David Bowie’s last record

  1. Lynn Love says:

    Not listened to Black Star, though in light of Bowie’s death (can that really be a year ago?) and the subject matter, I’m guessing it’s not a cheerful listen. Still, there’s truth in your words – easy to let life pass us by, waiting for the better days to come, not realising these are the good days until it’s too late. Great stuff

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    • pinklightsabre says:

      You should listen. I put it off a very long time then was amazed and moved when I listened to it. Seems there’s never a good time to “go there” so why not winter right? That Bowie…not as much a fan of his work as I am him, the artist and advocate for the underdog, the different. A real inspiration. Thanks or reading Lynn. Bill

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      • Lynn Love says:

        He certainly was an inspiration for anyone feeling like an outsider or different in anyway. Made people feel they could be themselves. I’ll give the album a go at some point, I’m sure. And always a pleasure to read your work Bill

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