The treasure of goldberry hearts

A poem about bears and coal mines

A kitchen for grown fortress insurance
Demigod rascal revealing Awe in the statehouse
Sugar seemed like Saturday with the arc of a tempest
Never in control of red weather cordial memories
For the staunch river of coal mine coercion
A bet on a riddle like two tongues at alabaster weddings
Drinking in the milk of the hardened day
The blind dank polyester prophet, ditching the fountain
In place of a forgotten percussion where fragrance
and steel rathered memo posts are frowning figures
like downcoats here on TV and leaving bears
fighting for a simple treasure of goldberry hearts