A parvenu paints prettily,
Poetically placing the ponies
She smokes scantily, scarily
Scanning the scales of the horses
Two riders together
Tearing the lands responses,
Lovers who once were
Eternally sure. Stood on their floors.
Mared and married together.
Heaving hagriophies harnessed heavily,
Handling hearsays and heresies harboured,
The lines of white horses raging disastrously,
Clinging for life in the water.
Blood in their nostrils carnivorous,
Cancerous beasts in a cool caliagraphies,
Herds unheard in their drowned proportions.
Scatttering enemies, validities, sanctities,
Asking the questions irregularly incestified.
Endurance indolence enraptured among thousands,
The hoof graves lie vast in their many.
Grass roots rejuvenated blood spattered militants,
Aggravants asking the wrong way of thinking,
Milking the lives of the poor suffered herdless
Children inseparably, adults indutiably
Followed their young neath the water.
The paintbrush is telling the tale of the
Cubicisms, caricatures in columns
Confused unduly surrounded by viciousness
Mastered by cowardice, complete in magnificence.
The horses stopped running for one second they shaped,
They asked for their painters; yet left it too late.