White Horse

Kaleidoscopic visions

Bringing that disturbing pleasure

So familiar to me…

I lay down in the grass,

Smell, pain, senses…

The horse noise, loud

Why don’t you stop yelling

White prince of Hell?!?

No, I’ll never ride you

To the fake plastic heaven that you promised to me

I prefer to stay here

With my crap, my dust

And the known but unpredictable

Angels of my life.

This decapitated horse head

Will be great in my room

Miserable, staring at me.