My Happy Bear on the Hunt
up and down the aisles in Ralph's
where is the chewy candy?
where is the imported beer?
no joking matter for my happy bear self
caught near the Rubicon of crossroads
smoking out the ashes separated by everything
that is part of the fantastic union of seas
uneasy motion on a high water mark
factors times 4 in the middle of a muddle
grounded before description can take hold
the concept of thrills hanging on a decision
built by the guy who knows the guy
such high-concept talk around a rumor mill
striking when the forest is hot
sniffing around the doorstop to heaven
knocking so loud that all the godly shapes are altered
irony of ironies for a bear seeking to avoid human contact
Necco wafers saving me from original sin
or was it the other way round
going over the falls with nothing but a jock strap on my head
wearing my cloud shoes from the Salvation Army store
I couldn’t keep up with the brown bears
I couldn't get no satisfaction in the form of a door prize
all the fine hikers and bikers and nodding off saints
took too many fomenting tablets on the chin
knowing full well that bearing it all won't change my spots
put me in a better light for holding hands with technology
the naked skin of the ragged mountain droops
hunters leave the scene of a godly crime
visitors take snapshots of the wanton carnage
I was still hungry for justice that could not come
I have grown closer to the tracks that carry my burden
I will remain the bear that wants to be a poet
there is a fantastic recovery just around the corner
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