Horse Nothing so sad as a caged angel  they were afflicted  the omniscient disturbance of the fractallated hieroglyphics      he did a stagedive off the roof of the world  not even a glance in the rearview mirror  tried to exit on the mainline  rode the horse the whores the hoarse  given a map in the burroughs  riding hard to fall      I remember before he saddled the horse  tried it on for size in a barn meant for burning  thighs on either side  ready for the dive.  cocky smile  mind so sharp he cut with it  undulled by the sullen anvil of mediocrity  beaten finally to submission by the clubs of desire wielded by addictions angels  reduced to midnight shakes, convulsive nightmares, bloody punctures self-inflicted     The morning comes sudden double-barrelled crimson wreckage  try to hide in a place with no shade  only the horse the whores the hoarse  pray for blackouts, twighlight tunnel transfixed    the horse is king the rider only for the ride the  escape from the mundane to the misery the  pain of illegal alienation  trying to fly an angel without wings