she took all the art my heart
had to give
she knew every lie my life
had to live
she was the eve in my everything
she’s got me tied to a rope with a string

she’s inside every word
that I say
she’s the deal that I’d like
to delay
she is the sin I’d like to sing
she’s got me tied to a rope with a string

had I known I was the bone in bonehead
I might have also known she was a dog
she was the goddess
that blessed these merry gentlemen
and though she’s gone to stay
leave nothing to dismay
and May was not her name
but don’t dis her just the same

our love was true
it was rich
it was free
it was on us
but now
its ennui
she is the grab in my gravity
she is the ache in my birthday cake
she took the kin from my king
she’s got me tied to a rope with a string


Copyright Hills Snyder, 1989