no one does the Beatles
better than Paul McCartney
and his band of ringers
young'n's, sons of studio engines
and no one does Sir Paul
like we did
in Rodd's brother's car
the four of us listening to WMMS
Let It Be, rattling the hood
so drunk, so very high
my discovery -- when you try
just to imitate the singer
feel his words shape your mouth
roll out across your teeth
breathe out
with his breath
he has possessed you
and, though you know
you probably sound terrible
you realize exactly
what David Byrne meant
by his appropriated concept
"speaking in tongues"
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