At long last my tender Appaloosa Grant me finally the audience of your attention I have woven sounds from an artist's head And composed a poet's sentence Gagged each! My idea is to head As wheat is bound to grain Gagged each, no more eloquently gagged Than smoke and steam are bound to shape My thoughts are no less solid Than the flesh that supposedly contains them And horse has more say over reigns Than the hope I have Ever to explain them And I've woven sounds from an artist's head And composed a poet's sentence But never have I revealed myself Behind my master's fences Adam you fool Adam you imbecile You didn't know How could you have known? How could you have known Adam? That I have my own private telephone wire Plugged directly into the heavens Where they all tell me Exactly What the next note shall be I-D-A-H-O H-E-M-I-N-G-W-A-Y Next stop: Ketchum, ID Are there not more romantic ways about achieving this? How about winter kayaking The south fork of the Payette? We have, us three Become well acquainted A thief hangs on both sides of me now Here I am stuck in the middle with you Cue the spotted horse verdict I'm going to bury you Adam I'm going to climb up your leg And pull down your gay little underwear And I'm going to bury you fifty-thousand feet below the ground Original sin this Son of man that God may discriminate but the soil does not Adam Adam, upon reading the prior lines I gagged and threw the page into a corner Where it was discovered by the serpent Who haphazardly sold it, sold it to the press Now every slobbering resident of Eden Knows of our little escapade Adam and Steve Share a Passionate Kiss Beneath Western White Pine And I'm gazing affectionately down at the horse between my legs The only split that proposes often but never once begs Wagging tails while petting you upon the head There's a treat in it for you if you can Keep your mouth shut There's a seat here for you, if you can Keep your legs shut A couple labradors whine muffled puppy whines With their mouths shut closed With their mouths shut closed Labrador cough Labrador cough Labrador song Spinning around the orbit of my mind Max and Ruby, one yellow one black If either one barks, the whole world is blown off its axis And several thousand centuries pass by in seconds They instead hum and whine what I assume once were sweet Labrador hymns But only after I'd beaten the bark from them Could I make out the words Please let us sing Labrador psalm ironically predicted a sturdy forty days of rain To which Appaloosa, enchanted with the iron restraints of blame In scarlet Lamb's blood, signed his holy name And looked up smirking, locking with his father's eyes Knowing fully well he could With a simple click of his hooves Part the gathering skies There's been something I've been meaning to tell you I often catch myself wondering What exactly might cross a horse's mind? And there was something I've been meaning to ask you About equations, and saddles, and a wide open prairie And the sands that split Your little heart in half On the artificial shore Of the big Payette With an audience Of only Sharlie dear Or in other words No one else was there In exercising your gem state woes You have proven yourself an unreliable mount I heard gospel being spewed From the winking bit of a winking license plate trout And no one has any idea really what this Any of these Baptists on about Have you a throat by which to silence? Succeeding in successfully running your mouth? Well, hanging there between my thighs With a Coeur d'Alene inspired grin Like panty lines spied on the governor's wife The fossils all take note of the position of my eyes A serpent I've come to know indisputably as I Directing me, allegedly, towards my jurisdiction A fat ass glued to a quiet woman there Directs the delicate sight that is indisputably my vision And Adam spoke to Eve one day Words blown through my surrogate throat Eve, have you heard the song of blame? Darling, I've memorized all its notes! Oh, well, if such the expert are you now? Would you kindly remind me how the melody goes? And one enormous second As in: All paradise Could not contain your lifetimes worth Of merciful goodbyes May there be no further speculation Of who has woven all creation I've torn a page or two Out of its book of calculations Despite all of our certainty Nothing is certainly known And despite my current mounting you We are hopelessly alone That which funnels information Blossoms now in code All which governs character Sits atop a spotted throne There's been something I've been meaning to ask you About equations, and saddles, and a wide open prairie I see you too have star sapphires for eyes The swine are quoted often regarding the oyster shells Should we be so lucky to hear the jokes the pearls tell Remind me to ignore you later When you claim the jokes write themselves And the blues on record suggest solution Of the utmost equestrian variety And the spots on our Appaloosa hide Might be mistaken for constellations at night By obligated stars and half-imagined lines Splattered intentionally there against the night sky And the illusion of this chord Which ties my hands behind my back Is not the arrangements of the words But the description that I lack And the illusion of decision And the illusion of choice I dare not pronounce a word Lest I sacrifice my voice And the illusion of my saddle Like a bit of old testament Is the throne on which my Appaloosa And his compensated thieves now sit Though I am sure by now It has been made so evidently clear No more will my bruised hands Be stained wiping gently away at your tears Is it best not to believe in anything? And doubt at least suggests dimension Whatever it may take To crack that elusive smile of yours Be it a sky full of stars Or a handful of dust Reciting songs between your coughs Herds of bison thrust from cliffs To be forgot in livestock troughs But realized in holy scripts And my little Idaho sealed in cotton Passing for a man His plow teaches dust to reason And catalogues the ash His panhandle tickling my prostate Promising the land His code influences my decision In slaughtering my Lamb He occupies the sight within my vision And my imagined hands My every motion, every ounce of gesture Is imitating his As well as all the great many eyesores We are acquainted with We are acquainted with And my little Appaloosa stiffens And blows a weary wind His discussions stay intimately hidden Between his spots and him He knows there will be no reward For shouldering this burden He knows that with or without him This world continues to spin He knows the relevance of whether or not I find his horseshoe prints Embedded there upon the soil We have been walking in We have been walking in We have been walking in He needs not the witness of my eyes To prove that he exists And the people once you loved Will turn their heads in shame And for a second shiver At the mention of your name Adam said to Eve Darling, I know The ass will mount the maker The cattle shall be stiffened As for the horses, oh, the horses Well, what's going to happen to the horses? Eve replied to Adam " Darling Dear The ass will mount the maker And the cattle shall be stiffened As for the horses, oh, the horses? A horse is Rorschach spilling Projected blots upon the snow Will that be enough now to do ya? Then it shall be so To quote our patron Appaloosa Amen! Halle-motherfucking-lujah! Appaloosa I saw you in cave paintings On late night television In the filth of the gutter And there upon the incision Where I was forced out of my mother I saw you at the Parthenon In Saturn swallowing his son I saw you at the fertile crescent Where your identity was won And I've seen your muscles flex In all my past and future lives I saw you draft Uriah out To plant your cock there in his wife Attending every decimal place Between zero up to one And I saw your silhouette projected Eclipsing totally the Sun And I've tracked prints of your horseshoes Between every flake of snow But one place I could never find you Was in our gem state Idaho And the exploitation of the horses And the exploitation of the narrative And the exploitation of the horses And newspapers and magazines And their half-articulated deliberations Will compose a story such as Adam and Steed Share Passionate Kiss Beneath Western White Pine Adam and Steed Share Passionate Kiss Beneath Western White Pine This is the moment now that defines my name This is the moment now I was engineered to realize This is the moment now that defines my very name Older than I have ever once been now God has spoken to me privately now It has been bestowed unto me now The ultimate charity A terrible, holy saw, holy saw Its teeth fine enough to pierce the sky And its blade strong enough to hold planets in place now With this sacred artifact entrusted only to me I will cut this horse in half I will separate this horse One half from the other Entirely and unrepentantly Only on condition that The Garden of Eden be superimposed Onto the landscape we once called Idaho now And a million Adams And a million eves All cry out This is my masterpiece This is my magnum opus This is my crowning jewel This is my northern star sapphire This my Raft of the Medusa This is my Sistine Chapel ceiling May a hail of arrows Pierce the hearts of any would-be doubting Thomases And dissolve the doubts of any would-be skeptics I am contractually obscuring All my forcing of the needle It is fear, not malice, that which turns the cheeks of otherwise well-intending people Is it not? And now we now gaze upon one another Having been made aware of our nudity Realizing I am both Motherfucker, I am both: Adam and Eve And also, in fact, neither That I stare at both myself And, simultaneously, nothing Having been made aware of my own nudity My nudity Swaddled in the conscience of having ever been naked I'm naked, I'm naked I know I'm naked I know I'm naked I know I'm naked I know I'm naked Eve's cunt now obscured By the branch of a huckleberry bush Adam's cock now So tightly sheathed by a palm frond Eve's cunt now Obscured by the branch of a huckleberry bush I know, I know I know, I know Before the mirror I too place a hand over My little Appaloosa Appaloosa, Appaloosa Appaloosa, Appaloosa Tucked silently away in his little stable My half is all ass and tail Your half is all chest and muzzle The script, all things considered Is only one half of the medicine First and foremost, I'm a gentleman It's not abnormal It's not abnormal I'm not It's not abnormal Aren't my syringas doing splendidly? I get it! I get it! I understand! Finally, I get it! I finally figured it out! At the end of my legs are not hands! Nor feet! But hooves! And at the end of my back Is not just ass But tail! But tail! And on the top of my head Is not hair Nor hat But mane! And at the end of my face Is neither tongue, nor mouth But snout! Snout! Snout! Snout! Snout! And I know in my heart of hearts That this is my ass! And I know in my heart of hearts That these are my spots! This is my ass And these are my spots It's always I will bury you beneath fifty tons of concrete And raise a hell like no other Or Do you love me? I will wring dry every thread of intimate mind between us A hundred knots for a gem state crotch we both believe in All the while you are attending To the acrobatics of my roundabout desires Today I'm particularly worried about my abilities as a lover I need to know now What happens next? I need to know now I need to know, right this instant, now What's gonna happen to the horses? I feel the need to inform you now By the time I am through here I will have left no bridge unburned And every stone upturned You have wrung me completely dry In a passionate stroke I carve mountain bluebirds between my thighs As gesture I don't wanna hear it Appaloosa It's pedantic! I'm not listening! I don't know what's going to happen next But Please, please, please, please Please, please, please, please Don't bury me in Idaho See ya! Alexander Kent I-D-A-H-O H-E-M-I-N-G-W-A-Y