Lennon is dead .
Did he live only
in the illusion
of a Maharishi mantra ?
Hairy cadaver swinging
on a broken guitar strings .
Our friend didn't wait for Santa...
but let me tell you the story !
One evening ,Lennon
returned home ,
reheated a leftover pizza
and took a fresh bud '
out of the fridge ,
under the Buddha's eye ...
Destiny awaiting him
at the artist's exit ...
There's flies stuck on yesterday
and on the hell of infamy,
molten lead my lord !
Lennon's bronze statue lives on
at the airport in trance
where shadows transit
for a trip to nowhere.
You always travel alone ...
I don't want to wander in this world
of peace and love !
After passing the safety barrier
Lennon threw his life to me like a charity
and I put out the fire ...
Resuming my reading...A caliber P38 legend !
I love beeing the cursed one in memory !
Tomorrow I'll be the trending's tragic hero ...
But you know ? I am a good boy !
and you don't have to believe everything I say...
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Author:
lorenz (Pseudonym) (
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Comments4
A powerful reflection on the ambiguity of light and shadow in human heritage.
Playing devil's advocate is more difficult than courting the personified good !
Powerful
Thanks Tony !
You're welcome
Yes. I am John Lemon.
By the time I got to know John Lennon, he was already dead.
I was listening to their music without knowing it was his or the Beatles'.
John Lemon had a tangy taste !
Poetic in every way a tribute to a poetic and musical genious.
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