I don’t know if I’m a jockey
or not, I mean, maybe I’m riding
a horse, I’m not quite sure anymore.
You think I should reach down and
find out? Maybe just pull on the mane,
or feel around for a saddle or some shit,
feel for some fuzz?
But look at me, somehow I’m
flying down the track on something,
and I could care less about
type of movement it is, unless, of course,
it decides to stop, somewhere,
oh shit,
it’s stopping.
Oh shit.