Monday, 30 July 2012

n

tell me sweet mountain goat
what did you see out there in
reformed europe of now?
how went the sun and
did you drink wine?
bundles of euros
flopping to the floor
more
j'adore?
and tell me oh mountain goat,
did they feed you soup
and if soup, what soup?
run your beedy eye
over that landmass again,
view me the finder and
export its glory unto my
top lap
- i'll stick those suckers up
ingest and digest them
and accept your movements
across space and time
you whimsical goat
curry powder and
meat.

n

what a sweet bonanza!
verse!
stanza!
you grammar runt.
licking those rings all over the tv
breakfast news slathered with
slather,
you from almange
i sail from the north
and we sit here on our collective
couch and masterbate
the nation.