Wednesday, August 09, 2006

Tattoo Artist

Fire is a symbol.
The thought that crossed my mind.
A story of survival;
across a lake onto the island of great elk.
In Manitoba where bears roam?
Black Bears:
- From Winnipeg! -
Like footprints in the sand trailed. . .
Grand Beach, MB.
Where Surfer Girls dream BIG dreams.
A vast lake.
A parable followed,
between a moral high-jinx and a moral high-
ground.
Walked on water.
Modelled a potion of perfect position,
like a saluted statue.
The kind invoked with its mouth wide open.
You are somebody
else once you've
reached the status
of myth or legend.
Speedos for Jesus.
Jesus for Speedos.
Whatever was said, it needed
to be addressed nicely and without
the isolation.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I use to go to Grand beach as a lil girl... My pepere use to take me for 7 am walks, just us. We'd walk to the first bench and just stare into the open lake... Sigh. U brought up a great memory for me by writing what u wrote... hehe thanks!

BigC said...

That's pretty cool, actually.