Nolan Hatcher: Poetry
Ask the Wide Horse
Nolan Hatcher
Ask the wide horse
Why he has whimsy
Sprouting from his back
As he enters the market,
Secure in his delusion.
The ridges he rides
Are stairways of dream,
It seems his hoofs have never been
Able to realize a successful
Kiss with the earth.
His jokes cease to exist
Upon their punctuation;
Still, he guffaws
With no teeth in his gums,
And blankly downs a stolen pear.
The market hears him fly,
Smells his ride all the time,
But does it even notice?
Ask the wide horse.
Nolan Hatcher
Ask the wide horse
Why he has whimsy
Sprouting from his back
As he enters the market,
Secure in his delusion.
The ridges he rides
Are stairways of dream,
It seems his hoofs have never been
Able to realize a successful
Kiss with the earth.
His jokes cease to exist
Upon their punctuation;
Still, he guffaws
With no teeth in his gums,
And blankly downs a stolen pear.
The market hears him fly,
Smells his ride all the time,
But does it even notice?
Ask the wide horse.