Annaleese Jochems

Horse

         There you are O lonely, lovely horse in moonlight
         All flank and bone
                                               suddenly but naturally
                                                                                    dead
 
                                      There the horse was
                                     *
                                                         And there the horse is now
 
 
                   And when the moon abandons you?
 
                   The stars will eat your sparkle
                   O horse,              dead & delicious

                   I must go home for dinner,
                   but I don’t want to go home
                                     where I play with my unrequited
                   love like a banjo, knit itchy scarves and watch mediocre violence
                   on television
 
                   Oh Horse,
                   let me fit my head
                   in the dent of your collar bone…