Now Is The Winter

How can this be
Beyond bearing?
For yet I live.
Anguish twisting
Inverted semaphores,
May Day, May Day
The anniversary
Revisiting despair.
Fools and more fools,
A world of fools
Dancing down
The pirates plank,
Twirling May
Virgin Ribbons,
Tossing wreaths
After those
Lost At Sea.
Winter death
Is foretold in all
Sweet beginnings.
Sparkling charisma
Signaled in
The cannibal’s grin,
Eats the Heart
Is in love again.
I whirl with
The fools flying
Into the drink.
Mermaids and Silkies,
My sisters
Who know,
Now is the winter.
Ice flowers
Are blooming.
Bear … 01.06.2016



Eats The Heart

What sort of being,
Eats the Heart,
And destroys all else?
Does this being,
Desire only the Heart,
To fill an empty maw?
When Heart has been eaten,
Does beauty have meaning?
Is love only refuse?
What sort of being,
Converts all to garbage,
Save the Heart consumed?
What is left of Spirit
When the Center
Has been gnawed?
Are loving
Voided without Heart?
The Heart given freely
Is swallowed, just as surely
As a Heart stolen by charm.
I found, hidden,
Veiled in my sorrow,
My lovers secret name.
The true name,
I have married, is
Eats the Heart.
Bear — 12.20.2014