Number one of George Carlin’s ‘Seven Dirty Words’
A re-imagining of the track from ‘Horses’ by Patti Smith. With apologies...
This sea, this sky, are stitched up with the land
as horses’ hooves shape iamb and trochee ‒
some simple syncopated poetry.
A boy steps forward, lifts his arms, the sand
cascades like blood-red water through his hands.
A girl leans on the parking meter, she
will dance in tongues, converse elliptically:
unlearn, untwist, uncover; understand.
Behind the mirror, Johnny conjures dreams
where butterflies are flapping in his throat,
where silver horses range the in-between.
The mirror cracks, with silence and with screams
that coalesce as one transcendent note ‒
and Johnny falls deep into the machine...
RJT
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