HEADLESS HORSES
1am swimming lessons in the sweat river
No pretty lifeguards to throw the noose
Tomorrows all ready shitting water
The fix too far from fleshIn the drawer buried deep in the socks
The list of last attempts
The gypsy rolodexTired eyes tug at shaking fingers
Scanning up and down, over and again
Who’s a player, who’s a rip?Jonnies a no, Jens’s in jail, Beto’s a break in
Fuck it, shaman’s shimmy
In the candle light
Of a Fentenol high
Maybe he’ll trail off
Leave some behindPlastic caps and empty bottles
Make the fingers itch
There are no books to show
No schools to go to
You wake and arrive
JunkiePosting notes to friends
Society’s clock has stopped
To strain the boundaries of civilized thought
Code, I’m huntingThe stains dried
The nods have arrived
Missing lights and crossing lines at lunch time
Hitting the Jameson hardIn the bile’s of need
Dreams become delusion
There are no priests on this pilgrimage
Just headless horses running dirty highwaysAn endless chase
On the lost race
A liars game
The want
Your whipping post
That’s truth
LIME GREEN
On West Boylston common
Alone on earths end
So close, so very closeTo stand below your hanging head
Blood drops and bucketsA ghost’s walk
To hold the hand of skeletons
An invitation to join the hallows
In spring showersA man, a guest
Peered across the grey cloak
Of a hundred years past
His life, unmarked stones
His eyes, untold storiesThe only friend left to hold
His pup
His life line, his threadOminous clouds and confusion reigned
A lightening rod for salvation
His plea to bathe in
Redemption from his wrongs
From his exileIn a moment of rapture
The man and pup wash in sunbeam
Rain fell not far from reach
Tears tangled his eyes
Memories became years flashing byHe stared hard, a sign, a picture, and a whisper
No one could steal away
For a few minutes he saw, he lived
He believed
In lime green