Vozes
A stuttering love in
Just a horseshoe kitchen
Remarkable understanding
Who am I fooling?
At night it gets so bad
I contemplate the voices
The dark wind brings
But that isn’t the truth
The appellate division
In the next smelly stall
Snickers in the dark
This isn’t the force of destiny
Why did it take so long
To turn me into a horse
With this huge cock
This affectionate nature?
The mystery is there
The truth is beyond
The black is fear
The division is hope
My hungry ghosts
Just stretch it and yawn
Occasionally they even
Wonder why I’m so stupid
The days gallop into years
The years ride into galaxies
I tell them to relax
I tell them to relax.
© 2015 Rob Schackne
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