September 6, 2010

Pepper

Lulululu says the man,
but he always liked the smell of fresh hay.
He rubbed against a wooden post
in front of the horses.

"Sick man, sick man" they say.
They threw a stone at his chest,
and it caused his mouth to quiver
with wet.

What does it mean?
"are there angels?", says the little boy.
Who is he?
"what kind of rub was it?" asks the midwife.

Only the she-horse knew,
she told me though, laughing, that he
accidentally bumped the post in the dark.

And then she catapulted towards a rainbow stream,
sprouted wings
and cried out over the blue sky,
"There is no heaven for a she-horse! HAHA,
but I can harness the energies nonetheless!"
And with that
her laser eyes
BOOM BOOM
BOOM BOOM

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