Thursday, June 23, 2011


Horse Mask


When I'm sleepy
I see the ghost horse
A dream reaction
To comic self mastery

A reminder
That I am the poverty
When I refuse
To drink from his mouth

This evening
I sat with three hunched men
In a bunker
Below the house
Of a clairvoyant
Longing for open spaces







1 comments:

Peter Teraberry said...

the world needs poems like that.