I’m told to not let on too loud how thin
I’ve made me, be a little more discreet.
Those who know me know what shape I’m in.
Some versions have me sitting down to eat.
I have another child you’ve never known
nor will. That makes it your turn in our game
which one of us can call the most our own.
Some versions have me giving him your name.
Most nights I hang out at a local bar
earning my drink by setting down the mood
with Texas country on my old guitar.
Some versions have me dancing mostly nude.
I make my way up north most every spring
to celebrate again the maple’s rise.
Next year there’s this new heartthrob I might bring.
Some versions have me donating my eyes.
Our mentor’s finally gone for good, it’s said.
His best disciple’s daughter under oath
gave testimony she had seen him dead.
Some versions have me standing in for both.
Before you leave, please close and lock the door
behind you. You know where I keep the key
in case you might return, who cares what for.
Some versions have me home. This one’s not me.
Had anyone seen our uncle of late?
It'd been said he'd hung Zeus dead
on a meat hook in his pen.
A policeman went off to investigate
since we hold our gods in as high
respect as our men.
Turns out to've been a nightmare, seems
Zeus is fine, though our uncle's
still gone off to hide.
The rede we live by in threats or dreams
is no more relaxed than the rede
we have as life's guide.
We three will come as were sent
to bring out through our seeing
word inspired in visions meant
for our own each one's freeing.
We three brought along our dark
ghosts and demons tossing,
our magic here to make its mark
to break light on our crossing.
We three share a common breath
our life our love rewinding,
none harming past all death,
irrevocably binding.
We three join to voice moon's rise
for dancing sunlight's falling,
bardoi to holy exercise
in one the others' calling.
We three recreate the myth,
true poetry reciting —
Birth and Death and Beauty with
our song new legend writing.
We three times three serve its same
our blessed covenant lasting,
in our Muse's sacred name
according to our casting.
Who gets done and who
gets to be doing to
doesn’t mean all that
much to some,
but what I didn’t have
in me for you
you made damn sure you’re
who I got it from.
Makes nothing much a difference to me
one way or your way, be it chance or whim,
if anything I'd show you's what you'll get to see
except what about him?
I knew all along we wouldn't last
later than two, maybe three, surely no more,
so before our morning's calling gets itself cast
aside, what was he for?
Makes nothing much a reason or a rhyme
how free it must feel to you so off on your own
kept up by your place in life keeping time
until you have his alone.
What in hell possessed you
to serve as creditor
to one well known to be
a serial predator?
The smudge marks on your character
are more than self-defeating—
they’re evidence more than your face
endured a brutal beating.
By bruised experience
you’ll prove his key dictum:
What makes him victor
claims you as his victim.
"You got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down, you just stood there grinning"
— Dylan
When I was down
you just laughed off what I was down about
When I was down
you just kicked me out
When I was down
you just lied words we never said
When I was down
you just wished me cold dead
When I was down
you just shrugged like yeah what's the use
When I was down
you just cut me loose
When I was down
you just turned against me two-faced
When I was down
you just called me waste
When I was down
you just said leave you the hell alone
When I was down
you just wanted me unknown
When I was down
you just said you'd do it all over the same
When I was down
you just forgot my name
When I was down
you just washed your hands of my mess
When I was down
you just couldn't care less
When I was down
you just thought yourself of me well rid
When I was down
you just gunned after my kid
When I was down
you just cracked crude jokes of it
When I was down
you just quit
When I was down
you just were glad to call it our end
When I was down
you just moved on to your next friend
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