Wednesday, June 30, 2004

1192

The goat tells the truth.
That is to say, there are no goat lies
Interfering with the goatmosphere,

The fully realized
Bucket of lightning

Born into an untraceable
Cipher of a name,
The goat doesn't experience it that way

I know because I was one
I walked up the plank
To the top of the cable spool
And from there surveyed the hillside

Goatlike croupier,
Rake not my winnings
Afore the wheel's come to a halt

The diffuse irritability of the goat
The goat's self-hate
The goat does not hate itself
Unless it was a person once

Did you put your time as a goat on your resume?

How do they get out of the pinball machine?
He asks -- he is feeling a conflict
And a brand through its dialogue

Grapefruit is completely satisfying
And therefore a disastrous flavor for soda