and onto horses
pour the thick tea, pulse a finger can’t find
curtains in tears in redwoods, children having troubles
more light than you’ve felt before
over speed bumps
another blinking in and out, leather cactus
sleeping sand, what if you knew
your life was over
into cloud cover
with long braids and paupers’ sign language
stars, they fly efficiently
a full color dance on a man’s back
screaming through the alley
rats scurry around dumpsters with pizza in their jaws
you’re not sorry anymore to wear a pink shirt
flaunt all the warnings and fuck you faces
and through the night you young ones
leaving school and the fields, 25 years
inherited a recipe
agri-frustrate sweaty nursemaid passive combination
into radio wires a set of one way
light bouncing against a mirror, you’d like
to see that, say that, wouldn’t you?
