‘Boom Sha La La Lo’ & ‘Young Americans’ began my
day - there’s no connection, yet I suppress the laugh;
on reflection David Bowie made us play to rules we’d
never questioned, accepted without ever asking who,
and what, and supposedly whatever it was related to,
because it didn’t matter - we were free to think of any
consanguinity we liked; so we just listened, didn’t pay
homage, or seek reparations from the geeks offside
And yet I suppose we always saw more in the words
imagined than any of the scenes implied as the want
of the young American; and that answers it best - the
want all right’s what you want where your want’s less
a given than gift of being young enough to confess of
no better origins than breathing the young American…
© 6 February 2017, I. D. Carswell
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