and yes it leads
to a door
but before then or is
it after?
a crow’s cock the cock
of a gun .38 special
in front of a mirror leering
“This is my statement” the lingering smile of the hooded the hidden
hovering by the entrance all
of the day and all of the night
in the morning hand-shaking a beautiful boy darling Sean
and in the evening waiting
waiting
rustling pages
waiting
the screech of a
limousine stumbling out buzzing laughing
“Mr. Lennon! Mr.
Lennon!”
pistol shots ring out
on a frosty night
enter Stephan Lynn in from the corridor
one two three four
five
six
seven
all good Beatles go to heaven
hold on John John hold on
hold on hold on hold on
Holden
it’s gonna be alright
