For A Temple Horse

the fewtch

In the temple there
is a horse on two
legs dancing and
snapping at the water
smell of the pool.
Her hooves knock
revolvers.

Temple walls are red
blue and white painted
in the seventies and
Bono is asking us to
dance with him,
curling his fingers toward
himself and twisting his
leathery a*s moving
backwards to the gold.

The temple horse is
dark and her forelegs
lash out as if the room
were filled with computers
green and dynamic.

Where is the epoxy they
used to glue Tut's beard back?
And what has happened to
all us riders?

Author's Note

I've recently begun writing a screenplay, therefore my poetry is sort of dry heaving. Debris from the last years I'm spitting on grass. Not sure what any of it means of late, and it's always meant something in the past. It's funny what happens to writing of one kind when you focus on writing of another. Thanks for the reads.

Reviews

[Jerusalem Cricket]

That first stanza, whoa. Boom, son. Mind blowed. I usually read your stuff a few times over, just to come to the same mind-blowed conclusion. But it's a good thing, in my opinion, if I may. Iiii like it.

[The Twin Arenas]

Thanks, Krick.

[Matching Socks]

Remember the old time variety shows?
This reminds me of a variety poem, there's a show going on here, like a mash up.

[Cindy Marietta]

This is way different than anything else I've read on here, and I love it! You can't go wrong writing something as creative as this. Awesome

[GeraldFIngBurke]

I'm going to have to live with this one for awhile. Let this review indicate that I read and liked it, but I will update with a full breakdown.

[Rene Salinas]

Its funny when I read the Authors note I sometimes thinks I'm putting down some meaning and after a while I realize it had nothing to do with it. Lately there has been a lot of attempts to colour so excuse me for relating to ti that way but it gave me the impression you were using the same technique that action painters use just with words. The throw the words or colours and slowly but surely a form takes a hold. The gesture for me the one of becoming desensitized and therefore developing some sort of atrophy.

I better get my nike out just in case i forgot how to ....

Thank you

[Vanesa Markovic]

Creatively all over the place, in a grand way.
-VM

[Rudi J.P. Lejaeghere]

Strange images, but it works. Very nice and apart style. :) Rudi

[KWP]

out of the box quirky kind of imagery - I like where it travels - and a good question - what has happened to all of us riders ??? :) x

[William Dandy]

The imagey in this is nice, the bit about Bono I really liked, and I like what you're going for with the ending. This feels like one that just needs to simmer for a little bit longer. There's something I can't quite express about it that falls a little short in terms of coheison.

What's the screenplay about?

[The Twin Arenas]

called Anaheim Dump. Yeah, I think there really IS something about that falls short in terms in cohesion. I can't really say what it is either. It's not something I'm going to work on, I don't think.

[Cheyenne Williams]

I get that. I feel like whenever I write I use up all my words and emotions on what I'm working on. If I HAD to focus on one thing and one thing only instead of flitting between a bunch of different aspects of it all, my writing would suffer terribly.

Still great reads to ponder one, btw