mmmfor Timothy Treadwell
A cellophane modern Geisha whored out
by your own insecurities and need to not confront
your own shit, kept hidden behind a wall
of self-mythologized bandannas
and cement long bangs-perhaps if you'd lived to see
the release of Brokeback Mountain you'd a felt better
about things-wouldn't have felt the need to pound heroin
and shoot brown grizzlies into your veins
or video tape long conversations in the forests
regarding your failed love affairs with woman
and the platonicnicity of your own sexual prowlness
Fact: Mentally Balanced Eco-Warriors Do Not Sleep
With Stuffed Teddy Bears and Name Wild Animals
Things Like Booble and Nescafe and Mr. Chocolate
You poor lonely fox loving bastard
Of course life is hellish but did you really get
what you thought you were looking for?
Perhaps you were at your best when you were drinking
Clearly you jumped on the wrong wagon
You're entire life's work now digested into one very great
documentary, and for that we can thank Herzog
and a sad what-not-to-do story
Chuckled somewhat respectfully by the Alaskan locals
Rest well, you goddamned metaphor
Sleep the sleep of the hauntedly wounded forever
(do they serve miniature 3 Musketeer bars in heaven?)
in your dark coffin of bears
Buried into the bellies of other bears
and angry birds who build nests
out of your ribcage
A walking tombstone of woods
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