Stone

i threw a stone in the river for you.
i saw the water turn black.
i saw the moon reflected for a moment,
could have sworn i saw her grinning back.
i threw a stone in the river for you.
i saw the water turn black.
then the moon laughed so hard at me
for wanting that stone back.
now it’s gone, gone,
the milk has spilled
the oven was left on, on,
and everything i dreaded has come true,
may it rest down at the bottom there with you.
there’s a sparkle in me wanting some catastrophe
to drop whatever it is doing and come rushing.
take this stifled, loveless thing you call a living,
smash it up and swirl it all away.
now it’s gone, gone,
the milk has spilled
the oven was left on, on,
and everything i dreaded has come true,
may it rest down at the bottom there with you.

see you when the leaves turn a bright bleeding red,
when the snowdrifts trap me up inside.
when the rain pisses on something nice that i had planned,
i will see you then.
now it’s gone, gone,
the milk has spilled
the oven was left on, on,
and everything i dreaded has come true,
may it rest down at the bottom there with you.