parachuted
into the present
straight away I
check out the
talent
(yeah, they said,
don’t imagine you’ll
be in a super mall
when you resolve
naked in front
of surprised
shoppers)
so the dark horse says,
well, hello horse,
(aargh, I think, I
thought I would
at least
be human
but there’s this
black horse sidling
up to me, nuzzling…)
hello gorgeous
hello stranger
it’s strangely
disconcerting
but it’s the work
of a moment to be
the hot horse
I truly am
in my present
tense (it’s no good
thinking, once
I was a god
in the pre existing
age
of gods,
it’s better to be
a horse being
penetrated by another horse
right now
albeit
but briefly
than a genius
empty of flesh
and filled
with infinite time
on the in
side
and no
outside
to speak of)