GOAT’S ANSWERING MACHINE
If you ever call, there is always
this: the grumble or tremble in
your voice is mine. I have gone
out to something, am not available
now. As a rule, I am never home.
I do the goose dance, i do the
state of the art. This is my
answer then, my message. Listen:
the hill is full of rocks
The last poem from the sequence GOAT lies down on Broadway. For more info see here.
the wood is green with beasts