raised on johnny cash
and chris ledoux ,
the horses always found a home with me.
dog taught me how to sew,
he told me
about the constellations,
of orion,
of cassiopeia,
and dog taught me that
the animals i saw motionless in the pasture
ran with pegasus in the ink,
dog taught me to dream, he said
that his spots were the stars,
and his eye the moon,
and his pelt the northern lights, and that
he ran with horses and they told him
that they smelled tragedy on my eyes,
and their hooves beat the tempo of my heart.
dog told coyote
that they were as much a dog as he,
and coyote told me
that i was as much coyote as they,
and i told finch and eagle,
that they too,
would reach my fate one day,
and finch and eagle told me that
my fate was to taste the sun,
and to paint with the color of a spotted horse,
and to know what it was like to fly.
-icarus
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an idiots guide to life; how to survive the badlands of wyoming
Poetrythe slightly deranged ramblings of a teenage trans guy living in wyoming there's no overarching theme but there sure is a lot of dogs, horses, and god(s) . i do not know what i am talking about 97% of the time mostly posted chronologically in order...
