in a field of rye

yes there is a long and winding road

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