With Lennon in Heaven
Lennon sat at my table, I barely recognized him
Slouching over soup with spoon suspended in the air
Composing, maybe dreaming of peace, he lowered his spoon
And from the bowl removed a hair, and placed it on
The plate beneath - I tried to catch his eye
To introduce myself and trade erudite one-liners
And become his closest friend - he caught my eye
And asked me to pass the jug of water please, his
Accent lingered in the air as he thanked me and
Left me for his soup spoon and his musings.
I would bide my time, I thought, and speak up
Between the fish and the fruit salad, I was rewarded
When he looked at me and smiled, and said "it seems
To me you've come a long way just to say hello"
"Well yes" I hesitated, then "I was quite clear I've
Only come to visit, I do intend to head back soon"
"And good luck to you - don't lose your passport" he
Chuckled and looked around. It was a large hall,
I couldn't see the end, either end, the tables went
On and on, so many faces, I looked back and John was
Gone, no, he was beside me, and we were alone as the
Others left into the mist, he said "I had a mate called
Kangaroo, some time ago now, and here's another one;
Don't fear death, unless you've been more bad than good,
Is that what you wanted to hear? Well it's not that
Simple, Kangaroo Two, but it's close enough until you
Graduate - stand by that and you can't go too wrong.
Oh, and while you're living, being famous is fine,
Only avoid Very Famous like the plague."
He patted my shoulder (it was my right shoulder)
He left me seated, and walked away, the mist receeded
I had not noticed that before, and as he walked
He called back "See you Kangaroo Two"
Exit left, still Very Famous Lennon.
16 December 1991
Kenmore, Brisbane
©️Michael Reid 1991, all rights reserved.
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