Swallow me fate

it's about getting to be that time

when my eyes bleed red

and I catch hell in the mirror

and I catch hell in the palm of my hand

you scrape time with your tongue

you cry, you carve out fate

put locks on the

garden gate

fill tubs with memory and silver moons

times passed away

underneath the blue silken hand

your fascist elbow could nudge love

into the nape of her neck

and your mouth could grill smoke

while I catch the ashes

and I haul the wreck

this is morning unwound

this is thinking without

the burden of the night weighing me down

and your hands like hooks

they latch indecision to the cold wind of disaster

and I remember that there is nothing to be found

in this reflection,

in this future I would never allow

and you bellow mighty chords

about kings and their crowns,

and their hopelessness

and all their lovers who left town

there is no loan that would let me buy moments

where time were a sound so sweet it would

drown out the song,

the loud crash of waiting

all this waiting around

there is no loan that would mortgage

my thoughts to the land

so swallow me

swallow me

into that blue night,

that silk hand.