The difficulties of blowing trumpet
Drastically increase for people with equine heads,
But sleep is only a mild disaster for trimmed manes.
Of course, musicians tend to forget the shoes on the roofs
Of the buildings they fail to forgive.
Do horses forget the hooves in the rivers
They cannot cross?
Horses arrange the sky into a checkered pattern;
Wine spots elude the tablecloths they dance on
Spread out on dry grass. The clouds put through a dishwasher
Slowly fold up and fall into the canyons where coyotes
And rabbits laugh at ancient rotting SUVs.
Horses play chess with mice,
Words with twisted etymologies flounder between the ears. Horses
Trample over faded photographs brought from the Old World
Along with their ancestors and outdated bicycle wheels.
Unsound grandiloquence of the horizon is still as thin as horsehair.
that carefree that
gleeful city you will visit
and stones speak
and horses of
the cavalry defeated
feed on the tresses of
that mosquitoes are
tired to care about the
state of the world and
that deceased horses can’t find any
grass in heaven