Have a fragrant evening, Fat Ram
told him. He smelled like seed.
Goat gunnysack slung over back
between teeth had half a mind

and half of that told him he
should eat the moon, big & fat
in his lean eye holes. But he let

it be, instead he gave Fat Ram
a hard swift kick in the hams,
rattling laughter off clouds

from GOAT lies down on Broadway. For more info see here.

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