it's the evil eye cast over you
your cradle robbed and throne recalled
it's the shake inside the calm in you
your yellow eyes look so appalled
it's the viscera in this and the
red meat stuck to your bones
it's the kiss of this, the lips and the
white light and static drones
it's the candle catching the drapes by the bed
the way that midnight holds your head
the fire in the things we said
the embers burning cold instead
it's the eye that i caught you up inside
the sharpness that the soft divide
the truth, and all the times you lied
the summer fog, the things you cried:
"it's the fault of the shadows that the sun burns my eyes
it's the way the wind blows that brings down all that flies
it's the fault of the clock that I miss everything
it's the fault of the beggar, the gift to the king
it's the dark that ruins light for me
the green locked up, the blue is free
it's the honest who scoff at my honest disguise
it's the way your hand reaches out for my thighs"
it's the hands you hold that keep you bound
the things you lost that no one found
the truth in everything you lied
about, the parts i figured out
the baby's breath, the rosewater trails
the tiny death that this entails
the memory you'll never keep
the way the house moves while you sleep
the way your praises tear the skin
the way the door won't let you in
the way you cock and calibrate
the gun that makes you second rate
the pesticides that spoil the food
the spermicides that spoil the mood
the way intended uses yeild
the polar product, the way you kneeled
to catch the leaves that rained on this town
the way they skipped you and fell straight down
the voice that keeps on talking through
the smells of sweat and cheap perfume
the way the seasons lacerate
the way they seal your fate
it's a bad night
for a fox fight
blank from blame
black from shame
it's a sun dial keeping time with your wounds
it's the moon