He fucked her
and she fucked him
while flirting with the Eagles’ Tim
and all the while they wouldn’t speak
except in ways disguised,
oblique.

The circle jerks and gyres rose
and Mickey quickly doffed his hose
so Nicksy’s expectations closed.

The Big Mac lost his bride.
Lindsey lost his stride
and nations cried
as each member trembled, sighed.

There was joy, pain.
California sunshine
coupled with British rain
breaking chains
in those days
and all that followed.

Art
born from interesting times
produce more
interesting times.