Tattoo skulls.

Body art hides would strip for a inquisitive bear 

Are you fanning the flames  

As you could strike a pine upon a Mountain side 

a crumbling slated road and old white clay pipe.

That you place back where a pigeon would hide 

Behind childrens Tales of blood covered pillow.
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