I push horse
what's it to you?
Unless you're a customer, get off my fucking back
you narc scum
I grow my own opiumvallmo in a beautiful garden in the spring sun
It's just so beautiful
so what's it to you?
One morning the sun and the rain came up at the same time and the entire garden was showered in a beautiful rainbow
and the next day someone died with my horse in their arms
it was so beautiful
death itself had opened her arms for this horse-rider
bareback riding into the sunset
caressed in the grave by cold bone arms
death's bony fingers eating themselves through the skin
there's no scar tissue there
there are no friends there.
damp earth
give birth
to horse addicted infants
so what's it to you?
I kiss the soil where I plant each seed, as many kisses as there are seeds
every seed will be a ticket to the cold planet
to the underground kingdom
I plant the poison seeds
the magic poison seeds
the user sits on a cold floor with her back to the door to hell
one day she will push too far
and the door to hell opens and she falls in
goodbye you horse user