poem--By P. Francis

     


      The Horse Calling Her
      (Any rock band welcome.)
      By P. Francis

Splintered spoons highlight a coroneted red moon 

Under her bed, horrors were fed unvetted cartoons

Heaven gave birth to a pure pale horse poured in a purse

Horses and gear, prepping your spear, scarred liver wurst

As far as the eye could see,  Hoping the past stays buried

Please come and rescue me,
You burned up in a snow flurry

A blush stain in the rain, you speak of something not true

Gang bangs missing a vein, holes deep inside of you

Day to day, I sway in the moribund doldrums

Praying a way, what's not to say, my guns cumbersome

As far as the eye could see,  Hoping the past stays buried

Please come and rescue me,
You burned up in a snow flurry

There comes a time in every man's mind, I'm afraid

A mime swears on a dime, in the Hell you made

Wake and forsake me, my dear lord, nowhere I see

Shake and wake my enemy, we have somewhere to be

As far as the eye could see,  Hoping the past stays buried

Please come and rescue me,
You burned up in a snow flurry

Alleys come and go in the shadows below

Slum pantries close in the slow ghetto snow

Where did he go, your boogeyman with the blow?

Selling your soul to a hole, me the last to know

As far as the eye could see,  Hoping the past stays buried

Please come and rescue me,
You burned up in a snow flurry

Nodding again, just look in my eyes and on your hands

Plotting your plans atop a trapdoor in quicksand

Loosen these shackles of shame on the run in this game

Fanning inflamed tabernacles of pain, beldame

As far as the eye could see,  Hoping the past stays buried

Please come and rescue me,
You burned up in a snow flurry

Where the slurry is stirred and guilt inferred

On a casket of flowers and black spoons offered

Never blow me a kiss when it's you who I'll miss

Up in a cottony bliss, white horses neighing hisses

As far as the eye could see,  Hoping the past is buried

Please come and rescue me,
Blown away in a snow flurry

As far as the eye could see,  Hoping the past stays buried

Please come and rescue me,
You burned up in a snow flurry



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