Wednesday, April 6, 2016


Nothing I could do would 
break the top and no one 
listens to me anyway. I'm 
stuck in some hole in some
other ground, where even
the houses get punished 
for being. There's no sense
in shaming what's got no
shame and no shame in
sensing who's got no sense.
It's like that all over this
world : farms out of 
bounds and things 
on the loose.
I saw your black horse hiding, 
and deemed it ready to ride.
Sometimes I just feel like Colorado.

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