The Three

Every record that I hear is a competition to be won
And I shouldn’t give a shit, these chords aren’t daring any one
But it’s a daring exposition, all the accomplishments i’m missing
And I’m done done done being subject to the hierarchy of song
And if here’s where I’m unwelcome, then let me be exiled
And if the South will not receive me, I’ll keep drifting to the East
Until the shores of Carolina force my footsteps to the sea
Among the channels I will finally be led steadily and blindly
By the three three three who will protect me
Spirit Grandmother Marie, who would play soundtracks on repeat
Who’d follow a tiny me through the hallways and the streets
Who had cancer stirring deep, only her body left to speak her words
And a puppy with webbed feet who’d always tower over me
A Newfoundland from Colorado with outstanding Pedigree
Stormy died in my mother’s eyes, closing sullenly to grieve that day
And a vision of the one i’d love, who would materialize
The very muse, my heart’s excuse to live a poet’s life
Whose words I could recite, whose body I could trace in night’s thick shade
Who would pull against the current, who could resurface from that sharpest wave
And I exist now as a fish now or a coral reef or seashell