Thursday, 22 March 2018

the Beatles

the Beatles pumped the tears 
        around my veins,
hung me from a sky hook,
        and shook me 
to the soles of my feet,
tapping the sixties kisses
around in fairground reels.
well hot dog! 
               the salt and vinegar
days would never end.
but end they did; 
  and yes they do,
reincarnate 
                     every time we hear
the Beatles pump it up;
my blood runs cold 
even as my heart’s aflame.

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