John Lennon Sonnet

Here's a poem from my Come Close and Listen collection (Greenwich Exchange). The book can be ordered at a reduced price directly from me at: jcw.verse@live.co.uk

J.W. Lennon, 1957

This boy imagines he might be The King
while digging for rock with his Quarrymen.
Then ‘Bring a little water, Sylvie,’ he sings
in the cottonfields of his aunt’s back kitchen.
Three chords later, there’s that boy Paul, and praise
for pretty Peggy Sue. There’s nylon strings
and nylon stockings; time to strum and wake
up Susie. This boy can now do anything:
even walk the streets in blue suede shoes
and a black leather jacket like Be-bop Gene’s.
The Light Programme is playing light music
but John has learned all the words of Lucille.
He’s going to Kansas City, the USA;
across the universe, yeah, all the way.

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