Rhinovangogh

When the sky is full of Red Bubbles follow me
When you hear the bell, follow me
I sit at the line and look ahead from atop my brown Horned-Nose-Cow named Kopulso
Fog up ahead is expected, so I look to my left and right
On a nag of whip-scarred leather legs, beside me PJ balances on her knees a granite tablet as she writes beautiful lines from whipcracks to ermine brush tickles touching everyone; her burgundy dress smelling of sweet life
Madvlad Walt rides a wobble legged nightmare and wheezes through caricatures and paintings of great unreknown, quietly, desperately doing art with youthful vigor. The elder sage we love…
Riding a braying donkey of discontent, JR is a wizard with the fairy tale adventure of imaginationsville, somewhere in the woods of Hillbilly Hollow his great grey beard hiding brave creatures, he writes sure to-be-famous lines
At the pole position is Mimi, sitting pretty on her side-saddle of softstrokes and simplicity; her hair waiving like multi-colored prayer flags in Katmandu
Riding a neon glass mount made of light and texture is Banrai waving glorious Katanas of insight into half realms and middle existences shouting Bushi No Na Sakai!
Ming proudly stands balanced atop a giant horse called tradition which she painted her own bright colors despite the rules; hands-free and a huge confident smile
There are others in the field, too many to say, but they know they are in the race
The trumpet sounds
The announcer drones
Pennants wave gloriously like national pride
Derby hats blossom like spring love
Bets are made, money exchanged
The Red Balloons are released
I bust the gates and charge
tis all I know to do
My circus friends and angels join my romp
The cheer is up, the shout and roar
A merry harlequin in the race of life
No finish line
No prize
Just cavorting and merriment
Follow me, follow me!