Two Poems

Bob Dylan

I no longer have regrets

Or at least I've changed my definition 

of the word

It does not exist 

in my world

OK but 

if there was one 

it would

all the music

 I pretended to like 

To be liked

And it didn't 

even work  

What are you doing tonight? 

Visiting my ancestors 

Talking to my spirit guides

Singing made up songs 

Dreaming about living in a magical turtle shell

Humanly and ethically gifted of course 

Being Whimsical

Magical 

Who I've always been 

How about you?