loved his wine, he was last seen in the vineyard. We fought, often, or circled each other like tigers over meat.
Sober, he was a son of a bitch and drunk, he was even worse. Still you
stand there and you say I don’t seem moved.
the horses know. There is God in a horse’s eye. You say that I seem cold but
the horses know who I am.
dreamed of them a thousand strong and trampling, pounding until he was broken.
could see it clear as sugar water coursing through his veins. Jaws locked and fingers frozen in the air.
could see it flowing like a river in a cave, the horses splashed and danced and
it formed crystals in his brain.
was a bastard, drunk or sober, Larry only loved his wine. You will say I only
love the horses.
know who I am and they know what’s in the vineyard; you
say that I am cold but God is there in a horse’s eye.