Mice And Horses

Wako Texas was a real messas
Calibrating positions on the Colorado mesas
Slithering snakes imposing frail braces
Lancaster simultaneous exhibition vistas

I wanna go to Mars but I don’t have a visa
I wanna start a fire but I’m pegged to US dollars
I want a setting sun with its golden shower
I need a single digit on a precious flower

Power to the people to the single tower
Flounder on the beaches of the mangrove desire
I don’t need a visa I got massive status
Stratus of bee-stands making honey powder

Convey ideas using Marcus Garvey
Or stasis in a lab using power vacuum
I like when I get a little Bach or Strauss in
I like it when the lasses get a little raucous

Strange to think of all the past horizons
All the matters left to smarter houses
All the caskets left in drainage pipes and
All the monsters playing hide and toss-it

Beware the lanterns leading up the lighthouse
In the night when the fog is Baccus
When the mice make their little travels
And the horses whisper all their little troubles

Enshrined in last night’s early muddles
Cosmetic enhancements not befuddled
And pristine elastic prosthetic muscles
Include all the best of our most disastrous

Cabalgating comedies of ancient troussles
Bemoan the fate of every last encounter
When passerby sour with every sample
When occasional tourists enjoy the castle

I am the one the lost in battle
Conceive in eye of melting water
A beast of pray stalks little carrion
A mighty antler sits on mighty altar

You got talent!

I’d say!