13 mei 2004
Scary Monsters (And Super Creeps)
And…in the death – as the last few corpses
lay rotting on the slimy thoroughfare – the shutters
lifted in inches in Temperance Building – high
on Poachers Hill and red mutant eyes gazed
down on Hunger City – no more big wheels -
fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the
size of cats and ten thousand peoploids split into
small tribes coveting the highest of the sterile
skyscrapers – like packs of dogs assaulting the
glass fronts of Love Me Avenue – ripping and
re-wrapping mink and shiny silver fox -
now leg warmers – family badge of shappire
and cracked emerald – and day now -
the year of the Diamond Dogs
“This ain’t Rock’n Roll -
this is Genocide.”
David Bowie, Diamond Dogs, 1974
