GOAT IN THE FACTORY
He at first believed the man
was a distant relative: blonde
almost white hair, big teeth,
dumb, vacant eyes.
I’ve discovered the pulse of
the sixties, Warhol tells Goat.
Goat enters his private studio,
picks up a six-string, bites it.
I eat guitars till I bleed, he says.
Of course, says Andy, nothing’s permanent.
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