"I have discovered the fundamental Laws of Time, and I believe that now it will be easy to predict events as to count to three. If people don't want to learn my art of predicting the future . . . I shall teach it to horses."
Velimir Khlebnikov (1885-1922)
People are alright
the ones who stop by to rub noses
and cheeks
without climbing all over
they never know where
they want to go
I love to run in the grass
and roll around in the dust
I hang my head near the fence
because there's nobody to play with
Why do they call us horses
that not what we call ourselves
but we play along
oats with honey or molasses
sometimes I get indigestion
I like to be washed
and have my back scratched
grass isn't all it's cracked up to be
but hay er hey you gotta eat something
I will hide when there are loud noises
and flashes in the sky
belts can be tight
Predicting the future
Oh yes my mother told me
some will have apples and sugar
sometimes carrots
and oats
oats with honey or molasses
She said I'd like to run and I do
hoof toe, hoof toe, slide slide slide
She told me to tell my offspring
about the future
but I can't
that's why my voice is high pitched I guess
All I need is someone to take care of me
inside this fence
or let me out
to run free
I've heard of those places
word gets around you know
I like the ones who give apples and sugar
sometimes carrots
You put a chunk of metal in your mouth
It's not a bit
it's a lot
Copyright © 2011 by Barry G. Wick
A Poetics of Cold
6 years ago
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