Poem: McCartney Too!
A poem that’s not even about Paul McCartney!
got baked and talked
about McCartney II
for days which mirrors
the daze that he was in
to make that charming mess.
Me and lan had bonded hard
on this before, but with the smoke
in the air we were making new
Beatles biographies, confirming
our shared grasp of the mythologies
and like a proper male friendship
we barely ever talk of anything
else — but there’s no doubt
we are in each other’s lives
and ready to pounce
on anything more trivial
than shared musical lore —
since life’s other distractions
of health, happiness, finances —
can sometimes sorta get in the way.
