the winter ground is too hard
to dig a grave for autumns secrets
i will wait till spring
and plant quaint bulbs
that will grow flowers
to fertilize the summer
we walk the fleuve
frozen over hard
as if the winter fire
could warm my heart
hard
steel
rock
iron and wood
so is this heart
that is so cold
wool and leather
winter will be warmer
the journey much quicker
with a little wool and leather
who do i look upon now
to answer a prayer so dark
to bless
and release these sins
who is the harshest god
to appease these follies
of a darkened heart
in tight blak jeans
and this red shirt of flannel
the devil blows in sulkily from the west
as i sit here on my east most throne
won’t you stay just a little while longer
and whisper gently in my ear
western devil
eastern heart
zebrasindenver 