from the Bicentennial of the USA
when my new bride and I awoke from fitful sleep
Sunday morning coming down
at the crack of noon
July 4, 1976
when my Shelly spoke of a Japanese legend
that when you can’t sleep at night
it’s because you are wide awake
in someone else’s dream
and I told her that I felt 200 light years
from the American Dream.
I’ll just make the coffee she said.
I put Mingus at Antibes on the turntable
a new Live album we called “Church”
our sweet soundtrack Sunday ritual passion play
Wednesday Night Prayer Meeting
Prayer For Passive Resistance
Better Git Hit In Your Soul
when 2 friends came bounding up the back stairs
Big Z and Dirty Joe busting through the screen door
proposing an alternative Bicentennial celebration
a Sunday Matinee at an art house cinema
The Man Who Fell To Earth
and there we were gaping at the grainy film
The Bow as androgynous android alien startrooper
doing a header into a vector of New Mexico of course
an extraterrestrial from an unknown planet
landing with a preposterous British passport and accent
wanting a glass of water for his family
grainy drought landscape vistas of thirsty family
flashbacking from home planet
but going full-bore American corporate greedhead
Does he want all earth’s water?
Learning to be human by watching TV
a whole stacked bank of TV’s
watched through a presumed fly’s eye
perception, learning, memory, grokking it all
overload freakout to Roy Orbison’s Blue Bayou:
Get out of my mind all of you.
Leave my mind alone.
Hooking up with an American girl, Mary Lou.
The Bow tells her he is Thomas Jerome Newton.
Mary Lou takes him to church
introduces Tommy to alcohol and fucking
Tommy immersing himself immediately in the lush life
lining up top shelf liquor bottles like bowling pins
the water caper fueled by booze
the screen filling up with sex with Mary Lou
lots of it
The Bow as Tommy deconstructing the body feminine
Great scene of Gun Sex full frontal Bow nudity
Bow as Tommy wielding a pistol like a phallus...read more (2/2)
pistol loaded with blanks popping them off
Hello Mary Lou, Goodbye Heart.
Mary Lou really goes batshit when Tommy
morphs back alien
ditches the human eye contact lenses
exudes full body slime while fucking.
Tommy’s getting the hang of it
and why does the alien have the standard male package
the same as every red blooded American male human
singing the Star Spangled Banner with a hard-on
on the 200th Birthday of the United States of America?
Postscript: Came home & barbecued.
Drawing inspiration from the film
Dirty Joe blew away a faulty car stereo
with his new Ithaca 12 Gauge in the back yard.
The faulty unit had been removed.
Big Z launched it off the back porch.
Joe nailed it when it hit the lawn.
We had been drinking the High Life
and smoking what we called Rat Boo.
We lived in an upper flat on Detroit’s Eastside.
Dirty Joe rented a whole house across the street.
A night of Ordinary Madness in America
and not a birthday party.
Cry if you want to.
Dug The Bow in all his incarnations
especially for at one time aspiring
to be a Buddhist monk.
The Bow studied at a Tibetan monastery
with Leonard Cohen in 1969
at Samye Ling in Scotland of all places.
David Bowie said he was one month away
from getting his head shaved.
Dug theThe Bow for his saxophone playing.
Check out his covers of Here Comes The Night
And I Can’t Explain on 1973’s Pin Ups.
He fills the breaks with riveting barrelhouse sax lines.
He loved Ornette Coleman and Eric Dolphy.
RIP Thin White Duke
and whitest Duke
to ever perform
on Soul Train.
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