A horse,
a horse,
the kingdom for a horse.
Rattling on magnetic fields.
Yes, I did use up
the last box of sparklers,
for they went bad.
Got wet over,
decayed.
Homecoming Queen.
Homecoming Queen.
Queen.
If wood were sharp,
is ground down and dumb,
my crooked spine becoming more brittle.
What once grew straight
and tall toward
the sun
is absorbing back down to dirt like
a sponge.
Homecoming Queen.
Homecoming Queen.
Homecoming Queen.
Homecoming Queen.
