Dancin with the devil
Dancin with the devil
an ode to a green spirit
by whatever name is it ever so sweet as at the beginning?
I remember when you were my new friend, you took me places I didn’t even know existed. I saved the times with you for special times, every time we were together was memorable because every time I made sure to do memorable things when we got together, even if after a while our time begans to run into one long intoxication.
It used to be that we always hung out with friends all the time. it was great, you were the reason we all got together, everyone enjoyed your company. But as time got on, who knows, we stopped seeing some folks, they had other things to do than just hang out with us. Something about getting a life. We had a life! Together!!
At the beginning we just hung out on the weekends. Of course, weekends started at 5:05 on friday and end when you go to bed sunday nite, whenever that is, right? I was pretty proud that the folks I worked with didn’t know about you. But i brought you with me to work, saw you before work.. well When I discovered that you’d moved in and were there every morning, sometimes at lunch, night time, some times i woke up in the middle of the night and You Were There!!! I couldn’t get away from you.
Something changed somewhere along the line. Maybe it was the thrill of the hunt, when i started keeping you locked up inside our relationship changed. You served me, but at the same time I served you, i sometimes wondered who got the short end of that bargain but i guess it was she was who died in the end. but she was not you, you can’t die. you are a spirit, an idea, You are that spirit to whom I performed devotions for years, You were my longest running spiritual practice.
Now it doesn’t seem like it matters if anyone else is around, as long as we have each other. Sometimes others just seem a distraction, an interruption to just us hangin out.
If you knew you were dancing with the devil, would you continue, if the dance was fun? Would you go back?