man-goat (poem 20160518)

goat horns
ebony black
emerge from my forehead

i tune in to
what you’re thinking

and i think you need
a spanking

split footed
i walk upon two legs
like a man
visage of a man
but my voice
the bleating of a goat
in a hot, dusty yard

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