The Mirrors Might Lie

The cold water hurt a little when I jumped off your dock,

Navigating the clashing waves and the plunging stocks.

My mind threw malisons your way, two cents a flock,

It drew an evil eye in your fields of bloody crops.

No, I’m not heedless of the times you’ve saved my life –

Just to dig a deeper grave and blithely call it mine.

Dark thoughts are like horseman, no need to come in fives.

They sting like bullets, they open flesh like knives.

And I swim through the breathlessness in burning lungs,

I wish for a calm coast under these thirteen suns.

The mirrors might lie for you in some ungodly tongues

But deep waters will hide me

Until you empty your plastic guns.