August 16th, 2006


umpteen word chain 3

priestless pressless confessional

unhinged conditional cascades of what-if-disasters?
my hands steady the chain-bit, unbridle the mount

think of me as a hoarse whisperer, patient to fault
lines, fences crossed, I can tame any wild oats secret

loose clinks fall into my acceptance on tack room floor,
whoop laughter patters like-spittle into dust, open doorways

soothe, say, bareback without fear of whip, or chuck
on tender edge of lip. We are gentler here, taboos unkink,

past bound or free into gallop-buck-wheel, nourishment, into green
shoots, blades, the violence of pastures thrive no more than this