Smell a snack I think

Were all wearing bear coats
with the heads still on

The beast remains focused on the
fuck box dashing across the field

The plastic pony head with the handles protruding from
it's eyes has been placed on a broomstick
and it's dripping

This is her transportation


When and where the constant ringing
in my post-Iraq ears will stop is no ones guess
but I'm guessing
when my heart takes a dirt nap


Bear claws on seat belts you get nervous
Bear heads on fur coats you get nervous

Terror blood on digi-cammies
You can't stop thinking about that day
you saw her leave the pool for the first time
and how you had to wait a few minutes to follow
until things settled Down

06/05/2008

Posted on 06/06/2008
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