Magic Bird,
I have a golden saddle.
On your radiant feathers,
we shall sail across the sky.
The clouds taste sweet
infused with honey.
This gentle rain that falls
silently past my ears
reminds me
I also have a knife.
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This whole mass of architecture which we had come upon so suddenly from amidst the pleasant fields was not only exquisitely beautiful in itself, but it bore upon it the expression of such generosity and abundance of life that I was exhilarated to a pitch that I had never yet reached. -William Morris, "News From Nowhere"
Welcome to Nowhere!
Right now...
There is a child in China filling a sack with nuggets of gold.
2 comments:
This poem was inspired by the video game Red Dead Redemption. In that game, as in life, you can shoot your horse in the head while riding at breakneck speeds across the frontier.
That's just lovely and crazy.
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