Horse Latitudes

“When the still sea conspires an armour
and her sullen and aborted
currents breed tiny monsters:
true sailing is dead.

Awkward instant
and the first animal is jettisoned;
legs furiously pumping
their stiff green gallop.
And heads bob up,
In mute nostril agony,
carefully refined
and sealed over…”

Horse Latitudes (lyrics by Jim Morrison)

From the album Strange Days by The Doors (1968)


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