la grange

the ground shakes
and i don't know
if it's just my head or
if there's a quake
bleeding sparks
under us

everything these days
is like this
the pleasure you could
do without
my hours of sleep
here and there
rise into nothing
what's beautiful now
and what i once
thought was ugly
the war in between

a crack in your face
doesn't tell me much
but when wings shake
and lavender wishes
between my eyes
i go
and
i steal for the hell of it

we loved the tune
when the trumpets begged
the car idled
with you on my seat
i've never given much
thought to kings
but then i'd have given it all
for the gold that hadn't
been touched
in your skin
we buried it that night