As the story goes
Once in devils due
The secret chord
Guitar been tuned.

As did I I am sure
you heared it too
About crossroads
About the blues.

As the story goes
From late till soon
Midnight to come
Be found with you.

As did I I am sure
That you did too
Played to the dawn
Best you could.

As the story goes
Waited through
As bobby johnson
As howlin wolf

As did I I am sure
Nor you a clue
But think to know
Thought knew

As the story goes
Man ask you
To hand it over
Then you do

As did I I am sure
Everyone would
As the deal closed
Played first tune

As the story goes
Once in devils due
Forever be at owe
Forever beautiful

As did I I am sure
God understood
Loving borrowed
Felt just as good

As the story goes
One bout the fools
At every won
Much they loose

As did I I am sure
My soul did too
As blue the gold
While green the blue

As the story goes
Once in devils due
The whole world
In heart bein fooled

As did I I am sure
Had many confused
As the sayin goes
Last joke be on you

As the story goes
And if death refuse
As to dare to cross
What devil took

As did I I am sure
Just as you would
Forget turn a stone
While laying roots

As the story goes
Trees bare fruit
In debt with soul
Be bad be good

As did I I am sure
That we all had to
At last had come
Oh so free and true.

Children wonder what

it would be like to be dead --


but not: to be old.

~
It should be stark
and unprovoked,
yet fight to conceal.

It should justify
its intrusion
by layering
new narratives:
each a wonderland,
each a poison.

It should spring
like a cat,
cloud like doubt,
evaporate like
cigarettes at dawn.

It should backlight
truth, fictionalize
history.

It should undo
reality, drift into abyss
with the Lady of Shalott.

It should lead
the march into the sea,
it should die gracefully.
~

Would the apple seeds

inside my belly sprout and --


start to take root there?

No wonder you are just an illusion,
Forming a shape
Making it hard to believe,
That once you were just a shade.

Mocking and mimicking
My fantasies
That were merely and truly,
Tales of yours
In the orchid of mine.

The bedbugs are dead.

So we are not in danger --


Still I am itchy.