She Is Purple

Powerless in an iron lung split purple in an evening sky my lady leaks The snow here is made of china I’ve been here before my lady fills the horizon and the mountain hugging the river went with the sun Nothing left to walk on only places to fall where ice breaks open to swallow Just cats and nocturnal solicitors can prowl with trembling paws and hammer the neighborhood doors as fists of freeze And what am I but one of these burrowed inside the night disreputable cat wet and wandering amusing crying obviously wrong A scoundrel searching for a lamp she is blotted she is blinded spilling purple to the earth