I'm Not There

But I'm not there I'm gone,
No I don't belong to her who is called by my name,
No I don't belong to none
And I'm not there inside her head which is turned to the sound of my name
And I don't belong to her words that tangle up her tongue
No I'm not there in her saliva that she spits upon the grave
Set for my story and my road and my self
And I don't cry my tears to her eyes
With which I see the horrors of the global rolling of the ground
And I'm not there in the beatings of her bite
No I’m not there, I’m gone

I wish I was there along who I do belong with, alone
In the country of none who can count themselves,
In the sonnet of those that will deny to be poets in self defense

Oh I wish I was there in Millers womb,
And I'd stop being a fugitive of my own stolen mind,
And my own whored ideas,
And the words that sound to other voices shout,
And echo to everyone's throats burned of cigars

But I'm not there, I'm gone and I don't belong to her who walks at my pace
And cries out my name, no I don't belong to none
And songs are of all but those who wrote them on
But those who sell their hearts souls and bloods
Swapped for ink and chords
And pages upon pages
I don’t think I am thought

Songs of us all who are made for and robbed by
Songs that lie to each and all who put a dime
To a jukebox and a sight
And the seven rules of outlaws are never to create a life
That they can be chased through and by
That the trains and wagons never trace a map
For the clocks and judges to erase upon
Songs of all us but god knows, and god is none
That I'm not there, I'm gone