SEA-BEAR

Artistic locked-ness!
Pouty Europe schools virus,
Coming onto the scene as pretty-tiny emeralds and rubies,
Boldly laying their cars down before your Dad.

He thinks, Shit! Help, whatever,
Man, am I such a faggot, I would say, an icy grownup,
A roofer in the Cascades, vitriolic,
Seeing pearled, jewelly, holed-by-bullets light sources,

Then reaching down for my buddy, thinking,
“There goes everything that got me sad.”

2.

If I fail to avenge his death of you
Two guys, throw bricks at my head!

I am the man that created the original
Ice-dancing Sasquatch footage. That’s

Why it’s on my home page. Where
The sea-bear lies on the seafloor.

3.

A big collar masks the clear lake, & I
Bring my helicopter down in your library courtyard.
How hot am I? Well, I only have to love
really rich dudes,
Though that for some reason is polarizing.
Thankfully my tunes are approximately sad,
Transporting listeners directly
To a skate park but, also feeling sectioned right?

4.

It was popular!

Renaissance portraiture

Bright Tuscan mercenary armor,

Painting warheads, watching channels,
Shooting them on high,
In some glass buckets.

5.

Also, no way I could get repeating sets of
Four of my body and wing feathers
To, on their own, tighten and form into
Stretched arcs, launching from my

Closely locked back, evenly spaced, into a
Progressive storm, ripping nitrogen.
Because that’s digital.

If you hadn’tve lashed out at me,
I suddenly might’ve turned,
Into what did you say? An alligator stripper?
Omar? You really need to stop
Working the kind of jobs they had in 1960!