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.