for Tonnie

the red light comes about desolately
and he is doomed to stay
he longs for what connects him
and he imagines the sun

desire persists and
his feet stride
towards what belongs to him

slowly is happening what he had feared

chimeras populate the earth
and backwards he fulfils the tenderness
bestial sounds are also going
to where he was just now
and there is the booted
his dick disappears in his mouth
only heavenward there is space

he knows but is not desirous to come about
and bites the prankcoach
which slows down
now that the horses are put backwards
rattlesnakes and strange chaps
stick their heads outside
the mountains echo their jolly

he was lost again
and tried to catch up with who he had been
once again he has failed
but not in vain
for amidst what he perceives
there is the calf he ate
when he was younger
and more lovely too
but not to dance with

again something moves between his legs
– just trot little horse
when you get tired
I’ll put you down in the moonlight –

he spies to all sides
and finds what he found: saliva

wearied he goes on
softened by so much luck

o wondrous fierce humiliation

Anthonie Sas