Thursday, April 10, 2014

Bear Poems

tearing your heart out
frozen in place
damp air damp legs
you wobble you teeter
growling at some unknown pain
a phantom of the ceiling fall
or can you see outside,
I know, you're life-sized
but off, the mass isn't there,
the bulk, silent roar mouth ends
teeth sharp, amp behind you,
microphone, you won't need it,
I'll speak for you, if that's allowed,
you haven't moved, there's a gash
there's a roll, there's words,

what are you doing out here,
in the cold?

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