In the Apple Market

Down Kingston way

Your south London twang

Blew me away

Accompanied the many undulations

Of time

Your wild androgyny

Mirroring the mirror

Of yourself

Skimming off the water

Of an otherwise childhood,

Shaking off, like a shaggy dog,

The misery, uncertainty

Of being David Jones

Like a fluorescent intelligence,

You lit up, spot-lighted,

An iridescence of sound

Ziggy!

Your songs were the water

We needed

Your presence

Snaking through the tube

Watering imaginations

Like a rainbow.

Sitting slap-bang over Baker Street

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.