HORSE LATITUDES
When the still sea conspires an armor
And her sullen and aborted
Currents breed tiny monsters
True sailing is dead
Awkward instant
And the first animal is jettisoned
Legs furiously pumping
Their stiff green gallop
And heads bob up
Poise
Delicate
Pause
Consent
In mute nostril agony
Carefully refined
And sealed over
The barn is burning
The race-track is over
Farmers run w/
buckets of water
The Horse flesh is burning
They're kicking the stalls
(panic in a horse's eye
That can spread & fill
an entire sky.)
The clouds flow by
& tell a story
about the lightning bolt & the mast
on the steeple
Some people have a hard time
describing sailors to the
undernourished.
The decks are starving
Time to throw the cargo over
Now down & the high-sailing
fluttering of smiles on the air
w/its cool night time disturbance
Tropic corridor
Tropic Treasure
What got us this far to this
mild equator
Now we need something
& something new
when all else fails
we can whip the horse's eyes
& make them cry
& sleep
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