three different poems

by white horse

i keep pointing out the moon

like a child

telling you that astronauts landed there
years and years ago
and we never went back because i coudlnt make us money

and its strange that the moon has cycles compareable to a woman

and as i sit her considering that i wont pass this up.

"the moon has never been mean to me for no good reason
and then not wanted to fool around"

2.

i wanted a drug dependancy.
i guess thats why i took two vicadin instead of one
it didnt make me hurt less
it just made me feel like it could

placebo

i wanted to be addicted.
i wanted the benefits to outweigh the consequences
by a margin at the horsetracks.

what i really wanted was for you to be home.

3

we could talk about this all night
going back and forth
considering the facts
but it wont get us anywhere.

i will still wake up thinking im right
and a few blocks away you will get up
and think you are gods gift to women

and what if you are?

there is a sweet side to you that i only get to see
when you are holding animals
so whats the point in holding a trial

i was guilty by association