Why is it that wishes
are horses? hmmm?
Is it because when their old
they're sent to glue factories
to be turned into
something we sniff
when reality gets out of hand?
its after
all horses for neurosis
Perfectly metsphored wishes to horses later on regretted for being too hasty. Beautifully articulated.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, I have been stabbed in the heart- -they turn horses' hooves into glue and their flesh into dog food and their memory into pain but they can never turn the memory of them into dust, even the worst of them live on in my heart and dreams. I am going to find another of your poems to delve deep into, okay?