Story Book

Pine martin clawed feet on the branch
nimbly now
whilst below the tree shadows intertwine
like the Kama Sutra
and the hillside of seeded grass is white with their seed
the dew

The stream below can cut and bend
but never here
never with him watching
climb the trees
too nimbly for the birds who watch open-mouthed
as he snares them with his long glass teeth

False

A painted scene on the back of some dirty wall
of some dirty gas station bathroom
a little too detailed for the Fuck You stenographers

They launch into a political debate
as the pine martin climbs upward on.