Seahorse

I own the ticks on a horse

I own his belly and balls

I own this

the way his eyes roll

the way he eats hay

and shits and

stands up asleep

he is mine

this machine

like a blue train I used to play with

when my hands were smaller and my mind better

I own this horse,

someday I will ride my horse

down all the streets

past the trees we will go

up the mountain

down the valley