Another poem that is all true
images of white horses



after cutting the green and long grasses
we like to call a lawn
and returning into my house of gloom
i hear what was the sound of houses hooves



jumping up and look out the window of my room
what did i see but two white horses
pulling a white hurst a lady and man in black top hats
then a stream of long black cars



when i did start thinking what a strange day
another sound did come my way
it was a low and distent humming
and then at my window a cloud of bees



someone said he that knows really knows
but really knows nothing at all
i really must get out more
if only to see the world go bye