hot music shakes the windows
and silly geese laugh with me
after an all-nighter.
we play tag-your-it,
before we split,
and sing songs of the universe.
as haunting as cinema,
back row behind owl eyes,
love is a concept too big
for these birds.
since we are only here
certain to die,
all we can do while we're here
is live.
volcano hearts hide in hidden pasts,
and isn't it a blast to forget for a while,
because it makes the remembering that much more sweet.
as I look beyond the day,
coming to a canceled conclusion,
I hope the best bird smiles and picks up the phone.