Highway mate

Dash, dash comment semi colon highway mate, hairy hoary virtuosity,
This is a naked sword of maple, dipping into your dripping scabbard of syrup.

All along this watchtower new years glimpse, the ostrich vies to eat sand nymphs,
Varnished in their patches of shining hop hop hop, the beak is reaching for their apricot.

Only my horse can stand before these oceans of mechanistic trenching, a wheel in time,
Purchased when the reins of raininghorse bend in wind that is wrenching time from steel.

I long for this penetration, this obfuscation, this caterwauling march toward some river source,
Mane afloat in leap and twist and plunging deep into vagina, mate my being wooden horse.