i’m dreaming of a little brown horse I love which died
i’m dreaming of a bright day in which he strolls back into my life
cracks me on the skull with the lethal underside of his jaw
worries with his rubber lips the front of my shirt
and comes down systematic snapping off the buttons
spitting each one out

back then there was nothing going on under there
now it might be that he’d be surprised
and hopefully in a good way