morning bus stop

so much senseless beauty
this profusion of forms
some made, some grown
some built of sand and powdered bone
these empty chairs
this ceiling fan
the horns and guitars of this rock and roll band
singing 'after the rain' while clouds ascend
on a rising wind
and the world shakes itself awake
again from under this blanket
of autumn dew that washes each
leaf, each blade of grass
each window on the cars that pass
these lovers at the bus stop of morning
eyes drawn in with crayons, hands
tethered together waiting
for all that's known and certain
to grow unfamiliar again

(dj says) nobody dies in this song

dj says nobody dies in this song
can't exclude the chance that the dj is wrong
but look around--there's no-one here--
just me and you.
just me and you.

dark is just a light turned down too low
and silence is a butterfly waiting by the window
for you to open up
and let him settle like a finger
on your lips.

right here is where i love you
right now is when

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

we've been sifting through the blues so long
my fingertips forget your name.
no cup of coffee
no mug of tea
will ever warm these hands. i need to
press them up against your chest
feel your heart beat hot and slow

every statue in this town
is a memory of someone dead and gone
every street, a way back
to a home that you burned down

watch your breath dissolve
as you walk and exhale
looking for a place to rest a while

your hands are cold
blue around the crescents of your nails
you've lost your touch
and when you warm up
it's going to hurt like hell.

so lets go slow. but
lets start now.
tomorrow's going to happen
anyhow.