John Lennon

I watched your son

Massage his mum

Your wife

The fluxus one

Imagine that

And with a head full of K to boot

Imagine this

My soul clenched like fist

Homing my home around your own

Yoko stopped me upon the spiral stair

These words she poured into my horse tranquil glare

You remind of my husband

He was singer too you know

You remind of my husband

I thought to myself CHRIST

1980 that was fucking ages ago

What a length of time to remain fallow

When some things get going

They really stay gone

Nothing can ever grow where they used to belong

When I reach out for your glory

All I can touch is your curse

What's going on right now mother?

How do you swallow that verse?

Why don't you say it in person?

Why don't you forgo the flesh?

What's going on right now mother?

Better cut out what is left out what is dead