Bob Dylan
Untitled 11 (High Treachery Sails)
high treachery sails
unveils
its last wedding song
bang sing the bells
the low pauper’s prayer
rice rags in blossom
blow in a fleet
ribbons in the street
white as a sheet
(a Mexican cigarette)
the people’ve been set
t’ try t’ forget
that their
whole life’s a honeymoon
over soon
i’m not gettin’ caught
by all this rot
as i vanish down the road
with a starving actress
on each arm
(for better or best
in sickness an’ madness)
i do take thee
i’m already married
so i’ll continue as one
faithful done
ah fair blondy
ye lead me blindly
I am in the gravel
an’ down on the gamut
for our anniversary
you can make me nervous
clink sings the tower
clang sang the preacher
inside of the altar
outside of the theater
mystery fails
when treachery prevails
the forgotten rosary
nails
itself t’ a cross
of sand
an’ rich men
stare t’ their
private own-ed murals
all is lost Cinderella
all is lost