| untitles:
In the spirit ...
In
the spirit of the bottle
my brother, Max Bear,
dances,
in the energy,
the cosmos, Mate:
cleaning the house
or any mundane thing,
Bear is
celebrating,
or crying in the corner;
crying for all our mutual betrayals.
The
animals wander home from the jungle.
The alcohol tangles my thoughts,
and
my relationships.
The spirit of my brother
Bear goes...
tumbling. We
are here,
living or dead,
blessed or damned.
You are my sweet sorrow,
crying in the corner for those old betrayals. Drunk
in the back garden
with the sunlight streaming,
the spirit of my brother
sings,
softly,
slurred. Bear
's lost in oblivion.
And I'm lost,
and then found,
here.
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