Night Goat

I saw her once
The last goat of the village
Her eyes red like seagulls borrowing their thoughts from mavericks

You can have her, but not now
Now she’s tied up and alone

The two toned mastermind of the world doesn’t care
She says as she left me
Standing there
Feet bleeding
of lustfull envy

“You cant do this”
“This is not how you reconstruct deconstruction”
I lay down my weapons in the valley of the beast
as the bailiffs are approaching
gently
like
crackheads

“I want it all! I want it now! You will ALL be my slaves
In this paradise Im rebuilding in the garden
You will live there forever and wash my feet
For deliverance

Im tired of old men, bad sex and horny teenage prostitutes

They want me to die for them but Im already dead,
Life is a dying sport
And phoenix is flying low tonight
Ashes
To dust
And back again

“I need you like I need another hole in my head”
But not tonight, tonight the stars shine like east end shopaholics;
Cabdrivers, crack whores, zootz and dealers of littered hopes
scattered dreams and shortcuts of the fix are gathering

in the dead end street in the corner of nowhere and oblivion
Only to return tomorrow
with envy
And the rich have left the building
As they do
But you and I still dance like the beat
likes us
As if tango was ours for the liking

They are smiling now, they are finally starting to get it
As it dawns on them
She’s the last goat of the village

She’s so fucking hairy, her claws moist from the dew, chewing away
On the void that is this night,
the night that wount die
a scent of bad magnolia and dog’s breath
But they still want to have her
Like tears want rain
Like days want to pass into night
Like a fist fight craves power
Like sons need their mothers
And we need better lovers

the rise and fall of empires are mere moments 2330 days to be exact
I get bored easily, I just don’t know it
You can bore someone
Who just wount show it
Life can feel like an eternity
or two

I will end this
now

I forgive you, you are free to be forgiven
Free to fear death again
Like goats fear slaughter
Bleeding assholes
They like it

And over the dome and far away
you can still hear
the laughter
of youth
drowning
in time