The End of the Sphinx

Jon said that Ron could have been as good as Dylan
When we were at the cafe in Petersham Mass
And then I drove him to Logan
Where he got on a flight to LA and I went back to NH

Almost everyone died on the way back
P.A.M. died, the Sphinx with long legs
Who took a fucking great picture of a tree
That I thought was great art - she liked paintings

I had come through the trees in a place that
Might has well have been Lothlorien where
The people were soft spoken and just standing in their forest
Could keep you alive an extra year

let alone watching them touch one another
And I had to scurry
Because the ice storm dropped a limb
Almost on my head

Last summer I felt strong in a blue tee shirt and shorts
Was running with P.A.M., though we didn't get too far
Made it to one of the summer cottage lower bedrooms
And I learned that i didn't have to be a porn star

I gave her a painting - she touched my thigh
While we drove to Dartmouth
And because life is short and uncertain
She said she loved me- I was crying

Damn fascinating- we did some Yoga together
and used to meditate facing one another
before bed- She tired of me quickly
Family dynamics, unresolved issues
I failed the checklist and the last straw

Was an Indian dinner that was abit late and wasn't homemade
Instead, it was gourmet canned

I never answered the riddle - correctly.