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{Horse! Love! Never! Dies!}, a poem by Rosebud Ben-Oni
The only horse poem you’ll ever need
{Horse! Love! Never! Dies!}, a poem by Rosebud Ben-Oni
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All the horses I’ve loved are from outer spacehorse All of spacehorse is a multi horseverse I’m writing As a spacehorse & no I don’t have any starhorse charts or artifact of stellar hoofprint Or landing on horsemoon proof I get that some of you think you Own a horse but I don’t Want to Spacehorse is wild unplace & I get buck-horse wild with Earth horses here to get free of your silly rules About love & etiquette & whatever Two-legged nonsense Running at the mouth like a dried-up river when I get all outer outer Horsespace with darkhorsematter & speaking Of all horses sometimes I do Mean just the one who broke my heart In Iceland that tangled dark mess of mane I mean The horse I mean my hair when I speak of horses I do & don’t only speak Icelandic Horse need & one in particular but surely this too is to say all horses are multiverses to me As outer space horses whose kin are earthly horses Who one day will leave you & your silly greed For the moon & the stars when I say they are All horses & yet you cry, but you don’t own one a horse, how do you know anything
— & to that no I’m not really Asking Who wants to own when you can love Who wants anything but love Who but my dear spacehorse The only In which I can breathe & not worry about rent or hang-ups or titles Or deed just spacehorse & me Fucking up your Sundays & your gentle seas With the inconvenient mess we bleed Other spacehorses who make me Their spacehorse main Girlhorse main womanhorse what on earth Could ever be better than a brokenhearted space Horse who teems with more spacehorse & more Spacehorse debris it falls onto earth & I feast On every bitter hoof & tasty spacesteed I don’t worry What others think no I feel sorry for those who say Spacehorse & I are quite ridiculous when we’re looking into the sky & know without a doubt in the spacehorse multiverse That all horses are the one Icelandic horse I knew for less than a week That I persist In knowing for almost an entire week I will always Love Spacehorse & Spacehorse Me
“{Horse! Love! Never! Dies!}” is published here by permission of the author, Rosebud Ben-Oni.
Copyright © Rosebud Ben-Oni 2018. All rights reserved.
