My old addiction

My old addiction

changed the wiring in my brain

so that when it turns the switches

then I am not the same

So like the flowers toward the Sun

I will follow

stretch myself out thin

there's a part of me that's already buried

sends me out into this wind

My old addiction

is a flood upon the land

this tiny lifeboat

can keep me dry

my weight is all

that it can stand

So when I try to lean just a little
just a splash to cool my feet

oh that trickle

turns out fickle

fills my boat up

five miles deep

My old addiction

makes me crave only what is best

like these just this morning song birds

craving upward from the nest

These tiny birds outside my window

take my hand to be their mom

these open mouths

would trust and swallow

anything that comes along

Like my old addiction

now the other side of day

the springtime

of my lifestyle

turns the other way

If a swan can have a song

I think I know that tune
the page is only scrawl

and I am gone this afternoon

the page is only scrawl

and I am gone this afternoon

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Dylan, Bob

by 2paragraphs in People | November 10, 2012

A Minnesota-born American musician, literary artist, and painter whose hypnotic and sometimes inscrutable lyrics—delivered in a distinctive, pungent style—wriggled deep into the marrow of Western culture. Dylan's folk songs (preceding his famous turn to electric) gave singular voice to Vietnam-era protests, making him an antiwar symbol for a long-lived generation--a characterization he worked tirelessly to get out from under.

Dylan the changeling has released more than 50 albums. He introduced the Beatles to marijuana in a New York City hotel suite and switched religions several times. People ransacked his garbage for inspiration.

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