The Goat and the Rope [a Poem: in Spanish and English]

The Goat and the Rope

where there were devils I saw none.
nothing. the air is hot. milky substance.
I am and we are looking at this deep.
souls lost. we are looking at this terrain.
the moon is dead. over my head. like
a shadowy curtain. hanging. most of
the kings in westminister abbey are
here. all the rest of us are on the hill.
no ice-cream down here. we are the
discarded. the seduced. most of us slept
through our earthly lives. they're still
sleeping through the whole thing. like
a fat cat rolling over for mama. pass out
the beer. slide one under the door. Use
the bible for wrapping paper. once you're
dead, you're dead. woooo. here comes
the torture. give me chloroform. quick.
I am dead. but something tells me I'll still
feel it. there are no carcasses down here.
only the feathered weird. they move their
wings like crippled wasps. they sweat
like a bull snorts. they seem satisfied.
they've been in the dark way too long.

they walk noble. naked. like jungle
rats. civilized with stench. a black hawk
is over head. it's turned about. looks
like an albino now. I wish I wish I had a
helicopter. here comes the torture. give
me chloroform. a shot of whisky will do.
crippled wasps get out of my way. slide
one under the door. please. first time I
ever said that. cat rolling over. where
there were devils I saw none. wish I had
a helicopter. I wonder if sex is part of
the dead program. I think I lost the goat
and the rope.

#816 8/27/2005

In Spanish Translated by Nancy Penaloza

La soga y la Cabra

Donde allí hubo diablos yo no vi ninguno.

Nada. El aire está caliente. Sustancia lechosa. Yo estoy y estamos mirando esto profundo.

El alma perdida. Estamos mirando a este terreno.

La luna está muerta. Sobre mi cabeza. Como Una cortina vaga. Colgando. La mayor parte

De los reyes en la abadía de los ministros del oeste

Están aquí. Todo el resto de nosotros está sobre la colina.

Ningún helado aquí abajo. Somos los desechados.

Los seducidos. La mayor parte de nosotros dormidos A través de nuestras vidas terrenales. Ellos todavía Duermen a través de todo esto. Como un pez gordo

Dando vueltas por mamá muerta.

La cerveza. Deslice una bajo la puerta. Use La Biblia para el papel de envolver. Una vez que usted Esté muerto, usted está muerto. Woooo. Aquí viene

La tortura. Déme el cloroformo. Rápido. Estoy muerto. Pero algo me dice que todavía Lo sentiré. No hay ningún cuidado aquí abajo Sólo, el con plumas extraño. Ellos mueven sus Alas como avispas tullidas. Ellos sudan Como un resoplido de toro. Ellos parecen satisfechos.

Ellos han estado en el camino oscuro demasiado tiempo.

Ellos andan nobles. Desnudos. Como ratas De la selva. Civilizados con hedor. Un halcón negro Esta sobre la cabeza. Este esta dando vuelta. Parece a Un albino ahora. Deseo, deseo que yo tuviera un Helicóptero. Aquí viene la tortura. Déme El cloroformo. Un tiro de güisqui lo hará. Avispas tullidas fuera de mi camino. Deslícese Una bajo la puerta. Por favor. La primera vez Alguna vez dije esto. Gato dando vueltas. Donde

Había diablos yo no vi ninguno. Deseo que yo tuviera Un helicóptero. Me pregunto si el sexo es parte del Programa muerto. Pienso que perdí la soga y la cabra.

*816 8/27/2005

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