A horse is a force of idea gait
a bath and course and truthy breath
recourse recourses river walks
reminding a horse of long-past ambles
shambles re-enter the roomful of doom
and majorly tragedy, calamity, croon
A horse is a math with hair and a mind
a bind and a line and a mine with a find
don't frost it, the sugar coats the coast
when frogs swill fog and raise branches
to worship the trees -- don't do it, don't
screw it further into the ground, a plant
is not like a lightbulb
A horse is a tour with a muddled agenda
flags and bags and bedraggled laggards
whose faster horse or who's a faster
horse -- ask dashes and play crashes
and resent the re-sent, re-send it until
horses look like horses and sounds like
sweet caricatures of every dream that
was theorized to be where all must go
Roman Ryan 