Beyond tired

Gull. Darned
bird eyes
my lips
as they
wrap
around the
sandwich so
I rip off
a crust
toss it
down
and within
the time
it takes
to say
I quit
the bread
disappears
in two
convulsive
gulps
the closing
bill a career
ending
with a sharp
black tip

Depends on the horse

No horse is a holer.  No horse.
They notice.  Even at speed, see.
(Sure, that many holes
how could one horse
(rather two, they'll bite
each other, run around,
graze ten miles a day,
wait for Marilyn, is she
English today or cowboy, how much
does her family want her to do?))

Pick out the hoofs first.
Spook, never know (the guy
kicked in the head, he was bending
down, that's all) oh yeah
that's how it happens said the horse
woman today.