What John Lennon Said At 11:15pm, December 8, 1980

We all shine on, he says (nobody hears), by the striking light of shots, with golden bullets in our chests, in the green eye of a yellow God standing still beyond Milton Hayes’ absent eyes. We all shine on in borrowed time from honeys and kids and cats and dogs and gods, all in the hall of householding fame, smiling at our last lost minute. We all shine on cookin’ years to tasty days and tasty beds with pillows full of absent wealth of lust to last in borrowed time with borrowed selves in absent memories. We all shine on like a striking light in the eye of a one-eyed idol to the north of Katmandu, seeing the childish godfaced game above our inner oneness, that stark shine striking our fearfulness like the golden eye of a fish in the abyss.