Thursday, May 26, 2011

the gift horse



it arrived under the curtain
aside the crouton table
inside the old cottage
that i had forgotten about

and you couldn't find your
hands with a knife
on top of the building
there was blood everywhere

a wild leopard print 
covered most of iowa
universities snatching
kids from school buses

i was knitting a sweater
of soft horse hair
alone in the black barn
stroking back the flies

into the mouth of
old saint nick asleep
at the kitchen table
a thin trail of urine

running out 
from under him
inside his icy BBQ
dream house

3 comments:

tamibounds said...

Did you look Him in the mouth?

David Kopp said...

I just wanted to let you know that I am a huge fan of your work. I can tell that you put your heart into everything you create. You are very very brave. Please continue creating amazing music and art.

icouldntmakethisshitup said...

bravura

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