You can drive a horse to drink.
There’s a muddy puddle
Outside for that sort of thing.
It’s reflecting a dead church with
Pie-in-the-sky underpinnings,
Its many dark facades
Papered with flyers
Advertising past literary events.
The ghost in a back-support brace
Eating his white bread supper
In the belfry, worrying over
His unfinished manuscript.
Yes, a horse will drink.
Just ask Barney Google
Who says, “But a pencil must be lead.”
His horse was reading a newspaper,
And was lazy as sin,
But not thirsty in the least.
Wednesday, January 24, 2007
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