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Goatt

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joined on 07/29/05
last updated 04/22/09
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I wrote these myself...

May 19, 2011
Happy Birthday ol' friend! :-D
April 20, 2009
Goatt is a true friend ,god bless you for your kindness and friendshipp ;)
the wards from Kahlil Gibran .for you !Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls ,
the most Massive characters are seared with scars .
In the sweetness of Friendshipp let there be laughter,
and sharing of pleasurs ,
for in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed ,
all that spirits desire,spirits attain nothing is sweeter or more beloved than true friendshipp thank you ,good man Goatt ,a true friend lady kashmir!

April 2, 2009
Goatt:
My Compass
without which
I would still be lost
Wandering on a sea of asphalt.

Toes pointed towards True North
towards Home
My family tree grows ever stronger


...and for this I am eternally grateful

PUNCH IT!
May 19, 2008
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GOATT!!!!
March 7, 2008
Happy Greg Brown Day (a day early!)!!!
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care to sip the Sarcastic Satyr?

Piss Clear's Iron Liver Contest, 2005!!!
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Inquirin' 'bout zee Goatt-man are ya now

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Age
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Location
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"By way of compensation for the loss of a world that pulsed with our blood and breathed with our breath, we have developed an enthusiasm for 'facts'-mountains of facts, far beyond any single individual's power to survey. We have the pious hope that this incidental accumulation of facts will form a meaningful whole, but nobody is quite sure, because no human brain can possibly comprehend the gigantic sum total of this mass-produced knowledge. The facts bury us."

-Carl Jung
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Who's the clown?

Burningman, 2007
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InferKnow Presents, FireFall 2007

Me first Kinetic Burn Sculpture.
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SAS, Third General, BRC Division

I'm the guy with the pen...don't fall asleep in camp with your shoes on, or else...
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The Liquid Diet Lounge Posse, 2006

Endimeon, Zee Goatt-mon, Trinket (with Methodman beneath her), Dr. Phil (with patti atop)
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return to sender

Once, and I wanted to write the morning post-
Elfin meetings
like this
in a tent: Belladonna's Maidens
and
Licentious.


Twice...
I archived
on a memory of skin, 'we
stripped down
to
lightning's primitive symmetry'-
dilated and exhausted.


Thrice a shudder flew open, blowing my odes
out like torches.
And in
the darkness
afterward,
a trinity
of
indefensible bodies
delayed dawn,

braiding
threadbare and prodding
with
feral tenderness.





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Tue, January 11, 2011 - 9:22 PM permalink - 2 comments
 

My mouth blooms like a cut.
I've been wronged all year, tedious
nights, nothing but rough elbows in them
and delicate boxes of Kleenex calling crybaby
crybaby, you fool!

Before today my body was useless.
Now it's tearing at its square corners.
It's tearing old Mary's garments off, knot by knot
and see - Now it's shot full of these electric bolts.
Zing! A resurrection!

Once it was a boat, quite wooden
and with no business, no salt water under it
and in need of som... read more
Fri, November 28, 2008 - 3:55 PM permalink - 3 comments
 



whether permitting,

she crowds me like rain;

says, "Tonight's forecast calls for 'a tactiley explosive
constellation-then-universe of slippery-gone water-stars,"
bending her in a tub
...outside
(alone).

Everywhere, it rains-

but when she's nude,



it rains here more.



Mon, November 10, 2008 - 11:16 PM permalink - 9 comments
 


I remember you.

Transient, Gyspy,
velocity of stone:

you were for the day
half wet lense, half horizon,
with bourbon eyes that sipped
the carbon lacquer of burnt trees
through a straw.

The slow whip of the river,
the lavender and tobacco...
your name was half damp, half coal;
a half undressed address you pronounced
with bare breast,
and the slurred venacular of a camera.

Somewhere,
between the crippled corpus of that old
Black Bear and
the dusty, hallowed road t... read more
Thu, December 13, 2007 - 7:56 PM permalink - 10 comments
 
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Don't feed the fishies...

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by Pablo Neruda

Full woman, fleshy apple, hot moon,
thick smell of seaweed, crushed mud and light;
what obscure brilliance opens between your coloumns?
What ancient night does a man touch with his senses?

Love is a journey with water and the stars,
with smothered air and abrupt storms of flower;
love is a clash of lightening bolts
and two bodies defeated by a single drop of honey.

So kiss by kiss I move across your borders, your rivers,
your tiny villiages, until the genital fire transformed from within runs through the narrow pathways of the blood, and plunges down, like a dark carnation;
until it is, and is no more than a flash in the night.

 
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