Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Birdbears

Bears do , what Pilgrims did

they die each day.

they crawl about the candlelight

for bread and prayer.


Dirt's freckled with

speckled breath..... of depravity

of humanity ...

of nails clawing in clay.


dreamers eat confusion

for their sanity.

for their dinner time and tea

it's up to you

and down to me.


when the biggest bear

climbs the biggest tree

it's only to get closer

swirling birds and pretty bees.


when the biggest bear

takes it's biggest leap

it wants to join the feathered fleet

beautiful blue sky

hard field of sleep



Bears need perches

Birds need seed

Birdbears need a mix of

blues and frivolity.


Pine away, sweet songbird

in the biggest tree,

they'll be foxes on the ground

to meet your first baby.


Bears need perches

Birds need feed

Birdbears need a mix

of blues and toxicity.


I see sunshine

 tears on pillow sheets

I see bears and birds and foxes

in the wheat of sleep.


Bears need perches

Birds need ease

Birdbears need a hug

Birdbears need a hug from me.


Bears need perches

dreams need ease

Birdbears need a softer world

to lay them down to sleep 

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