K-OODI Magazine March 2016, Issue 4 | Page 88

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