Blue Horse Thing

“blue hoof ice –
the kick of frozen air –
stepping outside
breathtaking me
for a ride”
                                      – qbit

  
  
bobbleheaded blue breaker
                            bray into the blue blue blue blue
blue maker, blue taker
                        haymaker, rain slaker, name saker
cawing like a horse-crow
                            yawing like this raven knows to
saddle up your win, for the
                                 floor fight raven-ation and its 
food biters, Foo Fighters
                             flightline sighttime nightrhyme
signal towers, wedding bowers, Croesus flowers
                                          slow rolled into morning
in barney stones, blarney homes
                                     floors were made for falling 
there goes the topple-ganger neighborhood
                                      arch-top flat-top baby baby
fabled barking nonstop harking into blue
                                                                               blue
into blue
                          into starkly raving madly craving 
rinny tin tin tin tin tin tin tin
                                                          saving into blue
into blue
into blue

The Sunday Muse & Quickly

21 thoughts on “Blue Horse Thing

  1. A Howl for the 2020s! “I saw a generation masked and armed with Lysol….”

    Randall, this is either freaking brilliant or… Or! Or you need to get voted off the island. It ties the tongue, ties the knot, ties the score, ties the not, ties askew. I ask you, what were you channeling when you wrote this? What channel will you read this on?

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    1. “I saw the best flies of my generation swatted, hysterical, awakened…” I think you are right, I’ve been here on the island out in the sticks too long. Too many dead animals on the shore, I might be losing it.

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  2. Wild ride, for sure! I really like that opening quote of yours – excellent description of February’s air and abilities. Been hooved in the chest a few times, myself. All kinds of subtle allusions here, including lyrics and Poe. And in the end, we wind up back in front of the fire, rubbing blue hands together.

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  3. A wild ride… And I think I still hear those doggies barking… in that short island that was the history, mystery of the wild west turned suburban nightmare. Where’s Rin Tin Tin when you need him?
    I think we all need some rescuing.

    (How did the word ‘dogs’ come to mean ‘feet’? In 1913, a journalist for the New York Evening, by the name of “T.A. Dorgan”, was well known for rhyming slang, published the word ‘dogs’ as a citation for his feet. From that point forward the word ‘dogs’, has been used as slang for feet.’

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    1. Lol! Thanks. I think the dogs/feet comes as you suggested from the Cockney rhyme slang “dog’s meat –> feet. ” Although when I lived in the East End of London in the early ’80s, the more common rhyme was “plates of meat -> feet. But I think if you said either “my dogs are aching” or “oh my aching plates!” any good East Ender would know what you meant. Rhyme slang is fascinating.

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  4. Blue-cool, nobody’s fool,
    I want to hear this
    read
    said…

    Um, I can’t really do this, but you certainly can. Brilliant, whether on the island or mainland, lol. But seriously, Q, really good stuff here.

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