RACE HORSES:

Coyote Blood.

Written,

On clear

Corrugated-plastic.

Tell her She is sexy,

Ramon.

Never-mind the gap.

Never-mind, La Rubia.

Never-mind…

Her eyes,

Their pain.

Triumph!

Un-like any motorcycle.

Get Tattoos!

And trust no one!

Kids sleeping

At home,

They are good.

Wholesome.

Black,

Plastic guns.

And lines of white,

Women.

She is.

All I need,

To get by.

Stuffed!

Animals on the TV.

Friar Tuck?

Oh yes,

He is a Badger.

Same story.

Big eyes,

Bright Eyes.

Lipstick, perfection red,

No,

Not Riley’s.

“I FEAR NOTHING!”

Single-Sinner-Radio.

Why do I?

Shower on the beach in my dreams?

Slide down
Never ending stairwells in the rain?

Balloons like Butterflies

Must die.

Conscience Stream.

River,

Damned:

Hydro-Electric-Evening.

Drained.

World-Smith.

Word-War.

I want to name,

Race horses.

Call her Assumption-Rewarded.
©DANIEL MORTON 2011