David Bowie
Like a David Bowie crash-landed from his starship The redhead man who fell to Earth Standing by the corner poised for his next move The sign in the window says Hello Holborn But falls short of saying welcome A world frozen in the fears of its time Photo Hugh Ardoin The Londoners Gallery
Straight out of an old David Bowie’s album “A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city Strung out on lasers and slash back blazers and Ate all your razors while pulling the waiters Talking ’bout Monroe and walking on Snow White New York’s a go-go, and everything tastes nice” Fun is like a double-edged blade […]
In the jungles of the soft tarmac avenues You may catch a glimpse of the evasive wildlife Take a walk on the wild side, the revival of a song of the seventies The walking wounded wander into the slippery side of the avenues of life Masquerade is the “Jab” (Devil) day, the ultimate threat of […]