"Lennon-Head"

Dear John
May i call you john?
i cant help feel that the world
is worse off without you.

You dared to imagine while the rest of us
refused to "dream"
like you i never wanted "to be a soldier"
i grew my hair long
puberty allowed me to grow sideburns
i went to spec savers and purchased
a pair of circular gold rim glasses
i got them from you.

Even though i never met you
your influence extends back into my child hood
you  tought me guitar
tought me music
tought me how to write songs and lyrics
you tought me to dream of a better world
you tought me to "imagine.

"Give me some truth"
is what you used to say
man, i have never stopped.
sometimes i think we take that for granted
we still play "mind games"
while some of us like to give peace a chance
we go cold turkey for double fantasy
"instant karma" for "tight ass"
"love" for lovers
"Isolation" still reduces me to tears.
like you i am "watching the wheels"
its like you wrote that song about me
"jealous guy"? you and me both john.

Sometimes i used to dream of you
you would talk to me in your
scouse, drowl
a psychedelic neon glowing
head floating in the corner
of the room
"tomorrow never knows" you said
and as a impressible youth i believed you.
"im coming back mate, somebody got to teach
you how to tune the bloody thing".

And so i dedicate this poem to you.
"The working class hero"
that meant something to me
and like a fistful of cold water
its December the 8th 1980 all over again
time travel is useless,
a fixed point in time and space.
the stark realization
that john Lennon Jedi messiah
of the 21st century is dead
all i can do is wait
for the rise and return
of the Lennon-head.