Pony Payroll Bones Talking 3 Story Poems
by Matthew PonY Bones Proctor
A FOLK LoRE Of ILLNeSS
I am witness to NoO wisdom
----not everyone gets
Thar was a spirit
A spirit of
Thar was a spirit o violences
THare was a spirit o violence peculiar to the age of my childhood.
Somethingssss alwaYs lurkin
Something always lurking
I usta grasp
Now this like the dusk going heavY
THar is awful sadness
Thar is a peculiar sadness
Thru the years
LIKE steady rain
Down upside down
Falling upside down
In a cave
Or a man who gets rabies
And harnesses tha rabies
And he goes out to bite dogs
In the savage river rain streets
Vertigo memory Mirage of Living Works.
Through Gossamer makes one into bestiary weariness
--a chance you mistake souls for ghosts
YU can’T make a skeleton spasm…
Plain an simpLe--
Cuz it ain’t got meat
What are the conditions for a skeleton to stay WHOLE?
What color is the light?
--voices...Voices up and down steep stairs….
The servants stairs. The dark dusty servant stairs.
You do not know what to make of my voice.
Hole of vertigo in the memory. You do not know what to make of my rain.
Rain in the birch forest. Rain in the pine forest. Rain upon the wander
Whose breath lays cold upon the mountainside.
Caught up trampling through the choked ravine of briars.
Caught up with broken antlers, the nettled grass.
Hooves clatter upon breathing stones. I was devoured
With the rain stroking down like knives.
A long horseback in the rain.
Ride the thunder rain with no ending upon a road un arriving.
Sometimes I walk a road without a horse upon the road
There is a road that never arrives.