Sunlight parka /Trident dream

The Eskimo in my mind sits by a river
With a Trident in hand
The river is teeming with polar bears and grizzlies
A salmon as wide as the river opens his mouth and fills his belly with bears
As he opens his mouth a fish head shadow engulfs the Eskimo
When he closes his mouth the sun streaks through the open places in the trident
And around those little spiked up places in the hood of his parka



The lock is full of tumblers
With jingly jangly bells
Doing cartwheels all the day
In bright yellow shirts and pants
                        That fit         Too tight

But then the  dial is turned
And they melt into the fetal position
Falling into all of their appointed places
As certain as Braille