Afterthought 1564—Some Versions
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. |
Afterthought 1477—Zeus’ Dilemma
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. |
Afterthought 1444—A Crossing, A Casting, A Calling
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. |
Afterthought 1027—Comeback
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. |
Afterthought 623—A Song for Him
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. |
Afterthought 36—What Possessed You
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. |
Afterthought 15—When I Was Down
"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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