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The Goat and the Rope
where there were devils I saw none.
nothing. the air is hot. milky substance.
I am and we are looking at this deep.
souls lost. we are looking at this terrain.
the moon is dead. over my head. like
a shadowy curtain. hanging. most of
the kings in westminister abbey are
here. all the rest of us are on the hill.
no ice-cream down here. we are the
discarded. the seduced. most of us slept
through our earthly lives. they're still
sleeping through the whole thing. like
a fat cat rolling over for mama. pass out
the beer. slide one under the door. Use
the bible for wrapping paper. once you're
dead, you're dead. woooo. here comes
the torture. give me chloroform. quick.
I am dead. but something tells me I'll still
feel it. there are no carcasses down here.
only the feathered weird. they move their
wings like crippled wasps. they sweat
like a bull snorts. they seem satisfied.
they've been in the dark way too long.
they walk noble. naked. like jungle
rats. civilized with stench. a black hawk
is over head. it's turned about. looks
like an albino now. I wish I wish I had a
helicopter. here comes the torture. give
me chloroform. a shot of whisky will do.
crippled wasps get out of my way. slide
one under the door. please. first time I
ever said that. cat rolling over. where
there were devils I saw none. wish I had
a helicopter. I wonder if sex is part of
the dead program. I think I lost the goat
and the rope.
#816 8/27/2005
In Spanish Translated by Nancy Penaloza
La soga y la Cabra
Donde all? hubo diablos yo no vi ninguno.
Nada. El aire est? caliente. Sustancia lechosa. Yo estoy y estamos mirando esto profundo.
El alma perdida. Estamos mirando a este terreno.
La luna est? muerta. Sobre mi cabeza. Como Una cortina vaga. Colgando. La mayor parte
De los reyes en la abad?a de los ministros del oeste
Est?n aqu?. Todo el resto de nosotros est? sobre la colina.
Ning?n helado aqu? abajo. Somos los desechados.
Los seducidos. La mayor parte de nosotros dormidos A trav?s de nuestras vidas terrenales. Ellos todav?a Duermen a trav?s de todo esto. Como un pez gordo
Dando vueltas por mam? muerta.
La cerveza. Deslice una bajo la puerta. Use La Biblia para el papel de envolver. Una vez que usted Est? muerto, usted est? muerto. Woooo. Aqu? viene
La tortura. D?me el cloroformo. R?pido. Estoy muerto. Pero algo me dice que todav?a Lo sentir?. No hay ning?n cuidado aqu? abajo S?lo, el con plumas extra?o. Ellos mueven sus Alas como avispas tullidas. Ellos sudan Como un resoplido de toro. Ellos parecen satisfechos.
Ellos han estado en el camino oscuro demasiado tiempo.
Ellos andan nobles. Desnudos. Como ratas De la selva. Civilizados con hedor. Un halc?n negro Esta sobre la cabeza. Este esta dando vuelta. Parece a Un albino ahora. Deseo, deseo que yo tuviera un Helic?ptero. Aqu? viene la tortura. D?me El cloroformo. Un tiro de g?isqui lo har?. Avispas tullidas fuera de mi camino. Desl?cese Una bajo la puerta. Por favor. La primera vez Alguna vez dije esto. Gato dando vueltas. Donde
Hab?a diablos yo no vi ninguno. Deseo que yo tuviera Un helic?ptero. Me pregunto si el sexo es parte del Programa muerto. Pienso que perd? la soga y la cabra.
*816 8/27/2005
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