In the universe without Yoko's apple,

without the little ladder you could

climb up ten feet to see the word yes

In the universe where the owner of

the Indica Art Gallery stood sort of

scratching his right temple looking

at Yoko's work saying, you know,

I think this stuff is charming but I,

you know, I think they would like

this very much in Reykjavik, which

is lovely this time of year but this

isn't the particular direction we want

to take the gallery right at this time,

also last month we did something

very much like it, goodbye

                                            And Yoko

went home to her husband saying

God they didn't get it they just

didn't

              And John & Paul are still

playing Vegas April 2007

                                         And we're hip

deep in Vietnam Iraq El Salvador

Algeria India Bangladesh and Pakistan

And now the fake shale slabs underfoot

at the sidewalk cafes are designed to,

if you look drunk or like your card's

maxed out, spill you out into traffic,

and the country is even more full

of the kind of petty assholes who,

when you're turning around in their

driveway, open the curtain just enough

so you can see their eye glaring at you,

even more full of these assholes than

we are here on good old Earth Prime

And Paul & John are doing Helter

Skelter backed up by The Nelson Eddy Band

And Mark David Chapman is the new

true dreamlike voice in American prose

                                                                Who

throws all of his manuscripts page by page

out of back bus windows in the Western night.