Monday, October 10, 2011




"4th Horse= the first world war on the 3rd"


the color of night shades
melting into the moon's reflection
ebony scaled
dimensions incomparable
to the earlier this afternoon
the horse is sitting silently
waiting for the tribe
waiting on the wind
tasting all the delicate
ripples composing of the sky
a war horse on board
a peace horse on board
a war for peace
a war on peace
a peace of war on war
war and peace
the warring peace
the warring war
a jumble, jungle
jigsaw puzzle

horses scattered
horse confused
a high horse
a dead horse
a pygmy of a horse
a barking horse of orders
a timid broken legged horse

the voice is hoarse


send the stallions to horse around
the old woman and her children have been
stripped naked of their hidden innocence

1 comment:

  1. Seamus...you wrote a prose about your Dad....can you post it? I think it was about Freedom on a Bright Red Harley...it means a lot to him I know

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