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Marc Bolan
Marc Bolan came to me
Wrapped in a magazine
And I took up being 16.
Mystics and wizards
Mist and the spells
I couldn't get the hang
Just the cloaked figure
With his doll's face
Saved by his ringlets
I was the acceptable face of curly hair
Previously a curse
I caught him just lifting
Into rock and roll
With an AOUW! and an UH-HUH
Which opened the fire escape for me
From the purse-lipped folkies
With their safety gloves of Marxist ideology
Or of irony, take your pick.
I took it up and played it
Bent the neck of my still-supple
Adolincandescent guitar
Only a long time later
Did I take on the unironic
The Chuck and Little Richard and Elvis
Who really meant it
Whom Bolan held in his eyes
As I held him
As we played.
July 26, 2007 in Poems | Permalink
Comments
I hereby launch the campaign to get 'Adolincandescent' into the Oxford English Dictionary. Fabulous word, great poem, sir.
Posted by: Tommy | Jul 27, 2007 9:48:15 AM
Funnily enough, I cheated there in that the word wasn't part of the original poem, but I misread my handwriting while typing it in and thought - yes!
Posted by: Norman | Jul 27, 2007 3:17:31 PM
