Open Horse
Salvatore Difalco
I speak Italian to women, German to my horse—
komm schon, kleines Hündchen!
Not enough people know a healthy horse.
All you need for happiness is a horse.
Buying hay for a dead horse is Groucho Marx.
Was he capable of grooming his own horse?
Danger at both ends with a horse.
Jacqueline Kennedy was a saddle horse.
Be a decent person as simply as a horse runs,
and don’t worry about the horse being blind.
A horse is a thing of beauty.
No horse goes anywhere unharnessed.
A trotting ass is not a horse,
nor is a Greyhound Bus a horse—
Little Nog tried to feed it a carrot
while Big Nog leaned over to pet it.
Look at the horse beside you and lose.
Someone asked, “Were you born in a stable?”
Neigh for an answer and a hoof scuff.
A white horse in German is Shimmel.
The horse named Mortality rarely gets past the post;
the horse named Nag is somebody’s mother.
Is it ever okay to flog a dead horse? I ask you.
Salvatore Difalco lives in Toronto, Canada. His work has appeared in a number of journals including Café Irreal, The Gorko Gazette, Heavy Feather Review, and at ē·rā/tiō.