03/04/2010

Goat in Black and White Skin

Goat in Black and White Skin

Running around DC hotels
Turned headless chicken
Scavenging for a man and a woman
Both mad in Love, caring less
For madmen, specialists, fools and goats
Who would find them in their hive
As if stumbling on a pasture
These goats nod with satisfaction
They’ve humiliated lovers, finding them!
Love in its wake, in its stormy sea
Laughs at the song singing down love
Laughing and laughing heartily
Prayers raining grey matter for this goat,
A lawyer robed in black and white.

Mar 4, 2010 6:24:38 AM

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