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,
poise
delicate;
pause
consent.
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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