Suddenly the world is a smaller place...
Syd Barrett
1946-2006
from "Dark Globe"
The poppy birds way
swing twigs coffee brands around,
brandish her wand with a feathery tongue
my head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
please, please, please lift the hand
I'm only a person with Eskimo chain
I tattooed my brain all the way...
Won't you miss me?
Wouldn't you miss me at all?
4 comments:
ah yes, syd. another one gone.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
wonderful tribute, sam -- i'll have to check him out.
love the anne carson book, too! it's on my list. have her "the beauty of the husband" -- which i simply worship.
a.
Thanks... Michi, Collin & Arlene.
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