goats on hillside, beep beep

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we ate, each of us, a
bucket of ham to go along with
enough bread all right
and we drank a pound of juice
    … or more I’d say

I leaned over and spoke
to my neighbor, but there were
goats on the hillside so
how could we get along




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in the full moonlight born dockside

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who’s rustled
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who’s not rustled
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rustlers rustle
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lifelong like they do




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never to scamper

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the dogs outside are
always eating the chickens
we throw
out of our windows
to watch
them land
unaffiliated with
a single chance to do better

Or even a shot at
flying glyding soaring
flapping scampering
henning actionizing singing

  to people in our community
that will say thanks for an unexpected
chance to hear a
bunch of chickens
sing choral music and scamper
playfully in a dusty sand box
beneath blue skies and an april sun




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not my barn, leave me alone

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it’s been a while
since the old days got dogged by death
 guitar strings flappin the car door
leavin scratches at a 120 miles ph

“fast,” you yelled, “round the curve!”
girls hair kickin their clasps, ponytails spraying
 doom doom doom doom doom
it’s been a while since we rubbered the wheels unto the curb
hitting barns and chickens in the field




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other days occur

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in the green pasture below the
wet clouds stands the small bugs
catching the gray drops while
the dirty news captures violent
crimes, images they capture with
their new equipment

but it’s not always rainy in the
green pasture. other days occur
sun-soaked for the prosperity of wild
flowers




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megatropolis

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megatropolis crump down hard upon
the garden, and smearing
blood and guts along the ally streets and
the main roads freshly warmed from
the millions of city busy good driving back and forth all
day long

the megatropolis is fracturing the building
using it’s left and wreaking havoc on
the buildings it stomps
breaking
glasses and chairs and doors and
buildings in general, and whipping it’s
tail undercutting the steel skyscrapers elec-
trically lit so nicely at night, metal shards everywhere, bright
orange lava flowing too, and girls
in bikinis dancing with hoola hoops




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fun diddy , planes , and song

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the lack of oxygen caused
everyone to feel remorseful
on the descending plane
everyone is saying “I’m
sorry for this” that or whatnot

the air got thicker before
they crashed and they all became
regretful, several were regretful
that they had been subjected to a remorse
ful stage at all

the owner of the cabin braced
for the sound of the crash
He drinks whiskey when he watches
the monitors trace the arcs of the sky
but today he was actually at the
airport on the runway observation deck drinking

the plane was saved and everyone
felt enthusiastic and guarded
Even the extroverts stayed quiet
at the expression-level of smile,
hugging people at the baggage claim




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