Saturday 13 April 2013

P FLOYD



genius experimenter’s gone
took his zippo and lysergic nursery rhymes/his pretty face fell down
wore
a
dress
to harrods
belly swelled in chelsea/and all that other lurid jazz

if the lights had worked in miami it might have all been different

the
band
mumbled new English hymns/gentle and acoustic
or thumped walking pace metronomes
blips of hard rock and film noise
in
the
limbo
of
the
space-age let down

ugly dictator rose/big nose/a posh horse
obsessed with flying and his war dead daddy

he
worked sacked and legislated
all
the
gentle
way





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