Poetry · Writing

Jumping a Moon on a Horse

the night has been rinsed

smokin’ blue boon

and good noon past moon.

 

you’re high my friend

the mirror can only say

raise the sign

objects further then they appear

ankles broken on the cross

Achilles on the horse

sky is clouded smoke

and the only life blower

is your shooting star

screaming to keep your shit in line

and stop doing the lines

jumping rhymes

on that horse

it’s the trojan way

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