Chaos in reigns pulls my sleigh
I can't tell where she's taking us
I'm just along for the ride
I hold the tugging salty leather
with bleeding palms
and wipe the windy wet from squinty eyes
and I think to myself that this could go on forever
or it could end in seconds
it is not my decision
it is up to Chaos
I'm here to remember that it's not my job to think
She burns red candles
in both of her ears
the dripping wax stalamites
on her bare shoulders
She is walking slowly
down a dock lit by
floating firefly lamps
She holds a silver platter
full of dead exotic insects
I'm walking out in the rain
towards the swollen river.
The slithering waters,
lined by tall green grasses,
are bespeckled by pinpricking drops
as if invisible strings are tugging upwards.
I want to jump in,
and never have to come up for air,
so I can see what the rain looks like
from the bottom.
Don't be a mouse, be a lion
