. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Monday, June 24, 2013

On Being the Goat

I’ll never be a goat again
Frank Zappa and the Children of Men
Cat-calls from little boys
Being who I was and who I’ve never been
Mother preaches fags are the original sin
I’m lonely in the locker room
Rigid in the pantaloons
Dangerous in the dungarees
No boy or girl is brave enough to be my friend
Freckles on his nose
Heat in his throat
Chalkboard Valentine’s Day Card
Misses Shitworthy’s ruler against my shins
My daddy smiles
I know he’s pleased
I’ve been the goat this whole year long
But I’ll never be a goat again


No comments:

Post a Comment