THE BLUE HORSE

 

c 2010 Tristan Winter

 

 

I put her on a blue horse

            to save her life

and many people cried

to see her flee

 

Through sagebrush away

            from the lynchmob they rode

like angels and everything everything

kissed her

 

She awoke miles later

            in a show

about my doings

in capital

 

The horse had a drink

            in the blue saloon

where his devotion refreshed

he turned on the crowd in horsified words

 

Henolongertakethisfrau

            undanyother bleedingmess

withoutnoguraranteeofhealth

ofmindatleastatasteoftruthbetold

 

I awoke too days later in her

            love

because she always was alive and kicking

blue and

 

Someone was snoring it

            was her or me or

the blue horse I had told

just love her don’t snore

 

She rode out alive

            on the blue horse again

into eyeball horizons

and thank god they are safe