I am in love with a horse

I am in love with a horse 

He is my best friend 

I bring him flowers on a sunny day as a sign of my love 

I present him with a delicate bouquet

So that he may smell the beautiful perfumes 

He casts his eyes down

Opens his mouth wide and chews them calmly.

Then he snorts 

Flicks his tail slightly 

And wanders away 







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Sawnee

Sweet memory unfolding 

Here we are now in my mind

In the rose garden together

Like an ornamental memory

There I lay down beside you

Your sweet curvaceousness showing just beneath the pristine white of your shirt

The night we first met

Walking together in the cool Atlantic night air

After your shift at the restaurant

Your confessional question

Do you think my shirt is see through ? Oh my god.

I remember my shy smile and almost muted response

Later I was afraid to admit

But could not hide beneath your disarming curiosity

What? What is it?

I just want to kiss you

You smiled within the candle lit halo in the cosy cafe

That's OK.

So here we are now

Children of nature

On the grass

Feeling so natural

Suddenly the sun is darkened

A council gardner stands over us, wielding his fearsome protocol

We are banished from the grass

Can we not feel this warm embrace ?

Dreaming of crickets and the hissing of Summer lawns

So many miles in that country I wandered

Sticking my thumb out

Putting my heart on the line

Threading miles coast to coast

Yet tied up in knots

This story still singing in my head like a fugue

You would go all the way down to central America

Giving everything to the poor kids

Leaving the orphanage with nothing in your pocket

Then hitching all the way north

Through the guts of Uncle Sam

Back home to Canada

On angels' wings of sacred trust

Your faith, nearly innocent, carrying you safely to your door 

 

 
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I thought I was strong

But I'm just a sensitive flop !

Running into the sun

Limping like a pirate

A little voice inside me hums and grinds...

Rising from surreal slumber this morning

I sat poised at a terminal

Momentarily inert like a gas

Eyes hovering forward

Umbilical cord to my desktop screen

I could not find that piece I wanted

Printed nice and neatly on white recycled office paper

Maybe scrunched up somewhere in my mind now

I see volumes of flaming paperwork

Like bushfire leaves blowing out of concrete windows

A tribute to one of the biggest idiots I've ever

worked with Not yet escaped it seems The asylum

The system pays me to an extent despite its kharmic deficit

I sometimes stand around in exotic fantasies

Until I look down at the ground around me 

 

Sometimes I write something nice

I could write something nice

Whatcha wanna hear

might burn your ears

Shakespeare being mauled by a dog