The Equine Eye
Dogon von Sirius
Thank you September, for August scared me
with her prolonged abominations
what in the old days was harvest
golden ribbon around all creation including our necks
and now I’m not a real person but I play one on television
and now I’m eleven and what is this?
Long story short,
they smoke ice and talk religion
confusing thought with demonic agenda
(prepare for a difficult chat)
they meditate on random bones
you butchers of spirit,
have you all chosen to be wicked?
You are truly the least of all infinities.
You are the sun
and it’s not like you’re short on divine mothers.
insanity is your greatest strength
not everyone was born a genius but everyone knows a thing or two about
a thing or two.
We done thinking for now.
Let any pretty woman’s hands be our favourite botanist
but we are drunk now
and stumbling is the only solution.