the indoors

I keep my blinds closed

because outside

there is a world

bloated with uncertainty

I know inside

things could go wrong

the toaster catches flame at 4 am.

or maybe the toilet overflows

shit into my living room.

or the food goes bad.

something.

outside. though. fuck.

you just don't know.

for instance, now

i look out my window

and across the pasture

is a lonely white horse.

not really up to much

but counting the mares he's fucked.

etc.

maybe in an hour

a jet will carve through 

the sky

maybe, probably not,

but possibly

it could potentially

hit a southern migration of 

canadian geese

lose control of both engines.

perhaps the plane, and its cargo

falls like a clay pigeon

after the 20 gauge clips

the edge

eventually spiraling down

wing over wing

crashing violently

in that quiet pasture

again, not likely,

but just saying

maybe the stallion puts

out the flames with his 

huge cock spray.

maybe he saves some lady;

pulls her out with his

proud teeth.

then maybe, he lays into her.

I keep my blinds closed

to that madness.

unfortunately

my mind is fucked.

more present than ever

is the image of that tired, lonesome

horse

getting his louisville slugger

slobbered

upon.