AND GIVE IT UP NOW MR STORMSHADOW FOR
RUSSIAN RAINBOWS
a punk
rocker accosted me
back in ’79
in Oxford
Road
Manchester
thrust a book
upon me
told me I
better read it all
all 700 odd pages
if I
knew what
was
good for me
I snirked
when he
had
gone
(moment of
cultural
terror
over)
chuckling at his
madness as
much as
his do-
it-yourself
subversive faahion
Gravity’s Rainbow
felt drowned
by the
extreme sense beyomd
sense
of it
sex and drugs
and V2 rockets
how quickly
tbis nursery rhyme
British sky
has gone
god awful cellophane
is all fall down
poems 2 die for 