On A Fast Horse
To hell
on a fast horse
And you lead
saying
this is the water
and this is the well
drink full
and descend
into the blood meridian
reflections in a golden golden eye
elegiac, arterial, polysyndeton
and dark within
but it’s always
the horse’s decision
And when the moment is near
A life flashes by
from blurry eyes
newly wide
to the rider
of the long now
sparks flying
from black metal horseshoes
striking the ground
like the cool burn
of a midnight sun
rising
against the pavement
of intentions
good or bad
metal against stone
What goes through the mind
the rhythms like days and seasons
harmonies and elaborations
sonic youth to gold disk image
into ideas
novelty reminiscence and anticipation
gossip, companionship, empathy, compassion
the agentic deconvolution
of solitude and silence
like a markdown file
that guides us
And then comes the black eyed angel
as if a painting
on World War II bomber
and that black dress
burned into his mind
that flowed over her form
like a caress
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And the Virgin Maria of the Cool Cellphone
saw the blue lights flashing
upward into
the loam
one moment we are here
and the next
gone
The loudspeaker spoke up and said…
The city of Sparks, Nevada got its name
becauase sits over Reno
and at night it’ so close to hell
you can see Sparks
Onward
Faster
Until we came around a mountain bend
And the air cracked open and let us in
