CATASTROPHE

you, you won my love

you, you’re all i love

see myself

against all these distortions

i know you’re thinking the same

it’s a catastrophe

wondering what will be

at the end of this ridge

the fires of hell

ocean rising and

the jagged rocks

it’s late in the game

you’re playing gypsy blue

traffic is dying

our house is dark

there is a darkness

in the silence

the train is gone and our bed is cold

i see you against

all these distortions

and still

you won my love