Three poems about Roxy Music


Rock music is all about the ten years of youth,
You can’t do it when you’re forty, it becomes poignant,
They want to see you strut. But at this moment
You still have it, your bold chameleon slink


Giving in to Bryan, we realized
For his fantasy we’d have to sacrifice
Become perfectly bopping marionettes
In the shadows of his dream.


Bryan Ferry in the leaves at Regent’s Park
Composes his famous text.
‘Love is the drug,’ he mutters, ‘Love the drug,’
Picking the leaves from his suit at the breast.