The Old Horse Laughs

Comedy is at once fruit and a vegetable,

like a rotten tomato thrown in the face.

Parody is the answer.

The old horse laughs

like some crazed jester

Come, won't you, come inside

deeper inside my mind

I lie like the politician

drowning in a urine full puddle

Ready to undress you

to feel you

to rape you

Shedding you, like a snake skin

like a fore-skin

Madness began with the cut a razor

thin sliced

and drain bamaged

Heckled once again

by the beasts

inside your head

for fun

My brain's damaged

like some fat cat rolling in his waste

Faceless children, laughing

in rapt dialogue with my disgrace

The child was inbred

Raised collar & cowboy boots

the stranger lusts

as a bike horn toots on by

Bullets escape the shooter's draw

by bright lit candle

Night falls upon us again

& we reach for the sky

By the moon, each beast

listens for the howl

searching to claim us

within our inner burial

The brain listens intently

for a yell

the lantern breaks

& lightens this deep well

Each pistol is unholstered

eye to eye in battle stance

we hear:

We come from a far far land,

somewhere over there

These tales we wonder

brainless to disagree

Most recent thoughts

in slumber yearns

begins a new comedy