There are no horses only men

There are no horses only men
To pull the load these days.
Wagons lay abandoned by the roadside,
Horses offer weekend recreation ---

And streetlights blanch the midnight sky,
Stealing stars from sight.

They look for data to till the soil
Bit by bit, ream by ream of paper
Of sweat that once poured freely in the sun,
Now stinks dully in the fluorescent haze.

Photogrey eyeglasses, still dark, inside
Fluorescent ions have captured the sun.

Do you play golf? No.
Tennis? Yes.
Handball? No.
I like the Jets, too --- You have a season ticket?

The church social could not compete
With twenty thousand --- more! ---

Tomorrow I will meet you at the mall
Between the thousand cars we'll
Greet - embrace - hurry together
To the safety of air conditioning. It

Does not matter where we hitched the horses
They will not wander far . . .

excerpt from Lyrics & Lies

copyright 1988, 1994, 2004 R. C. Fleet

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