Loom me a horse.
Buckle up for the kiddie parade
coming down ninth street
all in glorified satin.
Fulfill difficult transactions.
This reaction I wrote down
to the movie that played
every day for a year:
what did I feel so close to?
A fully realized lack.
Now I'm back in the same hotel
where I wandered off and thought
about sharp edges. I need
a lid. Loom me a tool
for the rider to hold onto.
I fail and make something
gorgeous out of it. Loom me
the strip mall in which
we exploded it all. A horse
never entered that parking lot.
It was a pony, led round in circles,
each step stabbing towards eternity.
Yes I drove out of that carnival,
out of that bright black square
and cried back into the loving air.
Buckle up for the kiddie parade
coming down ninth street
all in glorified satin.
Fulfill difficult transactions.
This reaction I wrote down
to the movie that played
every day for a year:
what did I feel so close to?
A fully realized lack.
Now I'm back in the same hotel
where I wandered off and thought
about sharp edges. I need
a lid. Loom me a tool
for the rider to hold onto.
I fail and make something
gorgeous out of it. Loom me
the strip mall in which
we exploded it all. A horse
never entered that parking lot.
It was a pony, led round in circles,
each step stabbing towards eternity.
Yes I drove out of that carnival,
out of that bright black square
and cried back into the loving air.
