if you go with it she says
it will go better
even if others thinks it should not
stirring up memories of that
old Neil Young song
heart of gold
and if not gold maybe
silver
since she offers
solace
if not quite absolution
and I the faulty
altar boy
surrendering even though
I don't want to
this deep in the
quicksand
what choice have I
already tied to the mast of the ship
listening to her
siren song
sung for someone else
some
new face she picked
out of the crowd
to protect her in these dog days
when it gets too hot to think or move
her presence like a ghost
that only haunts me on Tuesdays
when we both must be
in the same place at
the same time
if I let go
and go with the flow
all will go better
she says
even when others she
says not
who would have it
otherwise
and I cling to the
ropes
that behind me
still mesmerized by
her song
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