MacroDosing

MacroDosing

                    for Robert Rivers

     My buddy's etchings have

two eyes on the same sides

of their faces, like the goats

          who eat my impatiens,

     my iris, my comfrey while

sinking hooves into my thighs

or crawling through my hair.

           With one eye on my

     corn and the other eye

          staring at the sun, goats

     swing on my clothesline,

          unstitch my jeans,

     climb trees all tangled

in yarn, and they ain't done 

till they've gnawed shrubs,

hedge, and done the can-can

     like some roadhouse gang.

[surrealist]

Goats

Are eating my impatiens,

     my iris,

my comfrey, sinking hooves

into my thighs,

crawling through my hair.

Goats with one eye on my

corn, the other eye

staring at the sun

are swinging on my hammocks,

     stitching up

my jeans. 

                    Goats in my buddy's

     etchings have

two eyes on the same sides

     of their faces,

climb trees tangled in yarn.

They ain't done till they've

          gnawed

     my town apart

and done the can-can

with the roadhouse gang.

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