Wild Horse Measurements

Down at the ocean

trumpet swing

the sounds of the shore,

the Kings and Queens

will be out tonight.

It was a shaved dog afternoon

with a big time mariachi band

playing in the rain, and you and

me standing under the hatch

smoking a cigarette- later

watching the magic

of the old media machine- about to

drive me, blind! Watching the magic

man- you fall asleep to blue sky

angels- with halos playing

horns- all aglow. What a

musical moment high on big

thoughts soar from heights-

our hands entwined.

No stars in the sky filled

with lightning and thunder-

you in the shower- a lateral

movement- and me

studying the routes of

empty taxi cabs at

night.

It is those wild horse measurements,

brothers and sisters, let us study the

heights of trees, let us listen to songs

sung golden, or let us read verses

about imaginary hills and

rivers.

Piano chords

playing against

the pouring rain-

pouring so hard

my mind turns

to post cards-

doing the math of

sending everyone I

know a line.

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5 thoughts on “Wild Horse Measurements

  1. Don’t know whether you’re still using this blog at all–Moonpaste here. I just read

    – It was a shaved dog afternoon

    with a big time mariachi band

    playing in the rain –

    and couldn’t leave it alone. So, so good. Thank you for the words.

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