CHAMELEON OF CRYPTIC COOL
poem by Brian Dale / illustration by Kimmo Matias
David Bowie... like the knife, he was sharpness
personified.
Every day was Halloween to David Bowie and
we loved him for it.
Slashes open the sonic stash in our heart's ears
with his crooning tunes and gyrating grandeur.
We showered him with sticky-sweet treats of
our audio adoration, in an orgy of recognition
and realization, knowing him to be One Of Us.
We came to know him over the golden years as
he came to be himself.
Watching him trash in earnest with self and
others in a blinding dance of extravagant occult
bravado, showing that we could all do it, if we'd
but try.
His star-self radiated the weirdo vibe from
another wonderful dimension, causing dull walls
to break down everywhere