Lay back and tell your deceits. Sing a song hollow.
Abbreviated love this afternoon,
until light strikes clouds
and hours roar near.
I think it often while extending
moments and ticks, until my sun
who shimmers; circles along
Happy is the word and content for
hands; that touched and stroked.
The silence after, beats loud
in song, as she whispers
words that penetrate.
Nothing more for now.
Nothing need be carved to
time and beats.
My body floats
among the waves and
time drips down
2012 Barry Comer
Yesterday was John Lennon’s birthday. He would have been 75, which seems impossible because both he and The Beatles feel ageless. The scent of new releases all on vinyl, is imprinted not only throughout my life experiences, but tinctured in olfactory memory. The power of youth and growing older, would be impossible to paint without his lyrics, politics and passions.
Having been of age to be drafted, his efforts along with others, helped end the senseless war in Vietnam. He helped save me and gave anthems to march, to walk and to make love; not war.
I asked a server over coffee today, if Lennon was relevant to her. Sadly and unpredictably, the 20 something said no. I had heard of many people several years younger, who think he and The Beatles are as important today, if not more.
I hope this is true.
Lennon with partners, illustrated my youth and who I am today. He will always be Mr. Kite, Marmalade Skies and Revolution.