David Harrison Horton
The saddened stalks of cornfields
mid-October
before the burn off
hold tight their death-row reveries.
Think of the universe, says the professor,
as a bad Tupperware container:
all that mess,
but no leaks.
The Tin Man’s arm is in need of oil.
Dorothy isn’t in the mood today.
This buffalo only has three legs,
and would make a good obverse,
sitting in a pocket,
waiting for war.
David Harrison Horton is a Beijing-based artist, curator, editor, and writer.
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