Have you ever ridden a white horse
is a question that stumps me and I
lose my hiccups because I
am given so much pause
in vision.
I have ridden many
kinds of things,
in metaphor and the more literal,
that would qualify
as white horses
chemical and otherwise, but
what I can say
is that I have ridden a white rabbit.
My bicycle is
named the white rabbit
because when I am on it
I am in a wonderland of
song bird simplicity and
become one half of the whole
contraption. One half of an equation,
one half of an apparatus,
whose variables turn math,
sweat, and blood into
the most potent speed
my head has ever ingested and
my thoughts soar
like avian "V"s across mountaintops
with enough tail wind
to knock on heaven's
snow peaked back door.
So, have I ever ridden a white horse?
Yes and no, but have you ever tried
to chase a white rabbit?
