Here is a quick poem from BOWIETRY, which comes out in a few days. It is a poetic response to the song SELL ME A COAT, which you can listen to whilst reading it, if you fancy.
Petticoat
bombardier’s dream was sold upstream
kept in glass and dressed up obscene
this petticoat funded with plundered gold
can barely protect against the cold
blue and white turns green-grey at night
as the sun bows for the endless moon
and expensive coats and watches and homes
feel like trinkets beneath the coming doom
the market street is all but dead
and poor mother is still off her head
and there’s something in the radio about the effects
of wasting a life running away from dread
outside, nuclear winter is wrapping up warm
as leader-men construct their swarm
of Übermensch with glowing eyes
their favourite nightmare reaching the skies
And immediately after, a FREE FICTION FRIDAY post.
