Mothers Day!

                    Ill be indecently and happily disposed over the Mothers Day weekend

                                            wishin Happy Mothers Day to all you Mothers 
                                                                   and other muthas!


posting agin Monday, May 12

Ahead of the game or gamechanger
                                      leading the way into the wilderness 

or wil'child come home to roost
                                 arguing           or augmenting

the Beatles

he wondered to-day why he hadnt written of them earlier

they had been a seismic element      

a rare occurrence in his Life

a wakeup call that aroused  and aligned him

                                                 despite him knowing full-well some kind of Alarm
had been set                                                                                                           

although he hadnt suspected when or to what extent it might render him

                                                                                                                                                                                     the Beatles shook his cobwebs loose
sprung the fabrics binding him vigorously hacksawed the chains wrapped at his wrists and ankles

they knocked down and breeched the walls that arrested or confined him

                                                                               their Helter Skelter was mansonized  

their Ob-la-di Ob-la-da rapsodized  oh-blud-in oh-blud-out

                            

yah  “Lala how the Life goes on”

indeed  “ . . . how the Life goes on” . . . shot-through by a brilliant vibrating blue white-edged bolt of honed elektricity . . . a maniac fluttering then rolling of wide-sprung eyes    

the chomping of the jaws 

                    manikins helplessly reciting and singing the words to their songs
Inhabiting them
Examining them lickin his chops John took Christ down and climbed up instead to see what he could make of the eriot and vista:

           “ . . . when I get to the bottom I go back to the top where I stop and I turn and I go for a ride till I get to the bottom and I see you again . . ." 

who wrote and sang songs like that before 

who has written and sung them since

                                                                                              

for their Time and Place they were genius

and while genius is often sparse or parsed

theirs oozed like slowflow honey

encapsulating not only their Time but like amber has congealed and endures

their endurance is refreshing successive generations

                                                                                         Beatles B.C.  –  Beatles A.D.

                                                                                     

                                                                                                  1158,  Day-Beween-Two-Ts,  7  5. 14