THE WHITE ALBUM
Twelve years old, the world still ahead of me,
searching for clues to the death of a Beatle.
Lyrics always hinting at something beyond what they say.
“Revolution #9” offers the possibility of art in anarchy;
“You become naked,” a seductive whisper in the chaos.
The famous collage poster spread out on the floor,
Paul (the dead Beatle) almost naked in its photos.
I reach no conclusions about the possibly dead Beatle,
but learn a lot about where art comes from.
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I like this quite a bit, plus it's about the Beatles...so its a win win.
ReplyDeleteVery good reflection/memory poem - really like the last line.
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