Body art hides strip from a inquisitive bear
Are you fanning the flames of lighting
As you could strike a match upon a Mountain side
a crumbling slated road and old white clays pipe.
That leads you back to a place a writer would hide
Behind childrens Heads blood covered beds.
and a fable of fallen house by a Spring
a forest fisherman sews and ignores the barbs
As a bear lures itself in to a long stay vacation
On abandoned branch Line pictures trading
Don’t drink and try to swim as the static bell
dives dividing time and stitches.
Learning the Winnipeg Rules of swimming
In a dry Poole of floating pottery vaquarium