the bear the baby the angel the beast

a big ugly genius. no ambition. casting accusations of the sun's rays being fake. the moon is just a jewel and the stars a necklace. some sort of embrace...and coming to terms with getting a grip on time lost is time gone and time not necessarily well spent. he is a big fat man. a real big fat man. a personality minus a person. bowling ball eyes and a boomerang spine. fingerless god. his parents the last human element familiar. he spins like a rotisserie earth. eating small farm animals screaming and screeching and scratching the whole trip down the throat. bones crush like candy cigarettes. he exhales fur and feathers. exhausted. fury quieted and absolved of any and all responsibility. he moans with uncertainty. lust. fire. grinding a horn against ribs unbroken. one day i will get out of here he says.

she left her baby down by the river. she left her baby in the paws of a grizzly emaciated. she wore a beautiful dress. green and see through. the dirt never touched her bare feet. her smile was quiet beneath eyes watching. nobody was there. the river exclaimed awful absurdities. moral uppercuts and rabid judgments. oh but she knew better. she knew where she was headed. she said nothing. she walked through the woods. trees. animals unseen. some asleep and others hiding. she could hear the sky and felt the whispered hush of years never lived. good god be decent. good god do not be there. good god do not answer. good god go away. she said. finally. and she continued to walk above the dirt and under the leaves and through the sun never blinding. only a warm steady beat beneath her ribs.

she left her baby down by the river. a big ugly genius. some sort of embrace... a warm steady beat beneath her ribs. one day i will get out of here he says.