horse body

porposeless prose
who knows
how this song will end.
Madmen and milkmen
at the door
mistook my wife
for a whore.
Given the time
I could finish the book.
Given the time
I could take your rook
given the time...
(i could finish this... umm)


‘So!’
I decree
rubbing my hands together
in the early afternoon drunk
‘So!
What’s next?’



No need for these please,
I’m lost in these trees.


I saw pa kill ma.
Pa saw what I saw.
Ma laid down ma
called the law
called the law

i grew big
too big soon
my head hit the moon
still missed ma
still missed ma

got old man hands
horse body
a daughter too
too lovely
too damn lovely

the end
the end
no more money
to spend