Thursday, March 5, 2009


A blog called Furious Horses
Was thought up by curious forces
To publicly practice
A writer who’d lacked this
Released all his words, and his pauses

Before the first month was yet written
The writer, with false fame, was smitten
Although it was wrong
He bought a
His ego, now baited, had bitten.

Despite literary pretension
What most readers made sure to mention
Was that far from impressed
They liked humour the best
Not metaphors craving attention.

When ideas offered resistance
The writer called in some assistance
From the Lifters of Brow
And celebrities—wow!
Who delivered in creative shipments.

So here is the final blog post
One more important than most
After one year of writing
Some things are exciting
But unfortunately not the last sentence.


Krissy Kneen said...

oh no! you ended on comedy! Where is the great love! the heart ache! the torture!.

The 365 days of horses are the torture and now you have experienced the pleasure-pain threshold we all worship you as our god.

Yay for Christopher. You are my hero. Without you I would have no vaginas.

I am drinking beer for you now

krissy kneen

lucychili said...

Thanks for the inspiration.
Wishing you a happy new year =)

Trent Jamieson said...

Huzzah, good sir.

Encore! Encore!

Ali said...

Oh no!!! I just started following you a month ago! I read your stories every day. I look forward to them so much! I'm sorry you feel you have to go. I really enjoy your work...all of it. It has inspired me to keep writing, even when I can't think of anything to write. But congratulations on your amazing work, and thank you.

TBG said...

Well done indeed!