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The Goat of Eventual

 

THE GOAT OF EVENTUAL

 

Consecrate the crumbling doorknob
Intention gagged on language
Goatsmilk on its lips, drip drip
Can you hear the clockwork grinding
Stare into the word long enough
A laugh like the moon, a tunnel
To a blinding white thought, quarantined
I don't know where I left my coat
If you a little longer stare you forget whore you are
Caterpillar moving backwards into mouth
Tarantula said ten times terribly
Bird turning birdless
The sky quartered into separate catastrophes
Caterpillar moving back words
Grapes exploding in connection with teeth
The moon like a frozen teat
A frenzied licking, my gluttonous tongue
Milk unclumping
Grapes exploding golgothas
Mad mad mad milk of morning
A ward, a thought
But I to you of a white goat
Are is who is you for had did what and get

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This poem originally published by SOFTBLOW.