In the Apple Market
your south London twang
accompanied the many undulations
of time.

Your wild androgyny,
mirroring the mirror
of yourself
skimmed off the water
of childhood,
like a shaking dog,

You lit up, spot-lighted,
an iridescence of sound
Ziggy!

Your songs were the water
I needed
your terse verse
spreading underground,
along the circle line,
watering imaginations
entrancing like a rainbow.

Baker Street and Regent's Park
during the long hot summer of 1976
we thought it would never end
but you knew differently
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust

Before the silver cord was broken
Before the golden bowl was crushed.