Goat Fall
Posted: Wed Feb 12, 2020 8:37 am
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Goat Fall
I saw red goats plunge over the waterfall,
the heart-stop of my vision-walk.
I saw the brass morass of breastplates
protect pulmonary organs only–
I saw hills tree-sparsed and water-riven,
dust clumping, ass-grabbing,
and God herself could wonder
if she were here
looking for any other place
at which
to finally talk
to another God – come to the top of the butte!
We still hold it sacred. You use to come. . .
or was that your Auntee?
The frightful one.
As the days count themselves backward,
I approach Goat Fall. I want to proclaim
that I am Goat Fall -
Denim becomes the texture
my assumed cream-swirl hair flows toward,
and this is the last time I will consider
your doing this for me – next it will
be to me. I believe.
The flair of a tiger’s nose is a house cat
lost in sleep in the back seat of a wheel-less
rusting Ford, dreaming of wilderness at large,
where bobcats hunt
the easy scraps of human discards
and SUV’s not yet on blocks
make the clouds.
Goat Fall
I saw red goats plunge over the waterfall,
the heart-stop of my vision-walk.
I saw the brass morass of breastplates
protect pulmonary organs only–
I saw hills tree-sparsed and water-riven,
dust clumping, ass-grabbing,
and God herself could wonder
if she were here
looking for any other place
at which
to finally talk
to another God – come to the top of the butte!
We still hold it sacred. You use to come. . .
or was that your Auntee?
The frightful one.
As the days count themselves backward,
I approach Goat Fall. I want to proclaim
that I am Goat Fall -
Denim becomes the texture
my assumed cream-swirl hair flows toward,
and this is the last time I will consider
your doing this for me – next it will
be to me. I believe.
The flair of a tiger’s nose is a house cat
lost in sleep in the back seat of a wheel-less
rusting Ford, dreaming of wilderness at large,
where bobcats hunt
the easy scraps of human discards
and SUV’s not yet on blocks
make the clouds.