I sit at the window
and watch as the bear prowls my backyard My music plays like an emotional jackhammer The lights flicker The TV enacts silently a void of images searching for reason The bear rises to its feet an impressive mound of muscles and looks up at me My mind is a painter It draws blank pages across a terrifying ether I blabber intentional verses I comb my hair with a switchblade The bear stands there casting its shadow beneath the dull moon’s glow My worldviews implode I forgot why I’m here My thoughts are slighted The sounds of war ring loudly in my heart like a series of overly used tropes The bear leaves my backyard with an enthusiastic gallop because I know that it knows that I was watching
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