how once again i am brought to the beautiful ashes of my city
my greyest of greys
the prettiest lady i have ever knelt before
mme montreal
you whore
i am not burning effigies
just testing their enduring legacy
after the ashes have blown
that is all
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
what was once thought a blessing these hard walls
has become a prison
no longer protecting one from harm
but keeping at bay all that another’s love could bring
tall black waves
the city is an ocean
do not get dragged into the undertow
stay afloat
and swim to the shore
zebrasindenver 