goatboy
and
the music machines
a documentary by Randy A. Riddle
"Goatboy"
a poem from RFD magazine,
Fall 1993
"Goatboy"
No place to rest
Love from a man
I dare not request;
For I'm a lower form of being
Surrounded by handsome
Bodies and faces,
And this monster,
Having no graces
except in green and mossy places
surrounded by thickets, brambles, and thorns
Safe from those who revile my horns
Making love to goats and trees
None are better friends than these?
Though the beautiful men
Give me an embrace,
to save them from karmic disgrace,
They know to go any further with me
would be committing acts of beastiality.
My
goat lovers have all gone away
In loneliness I now sadly stay
Dreaming of my cloven friends,
Dancing in the realm where
the universe ends
'Round a monolith jagged and gray,
There on my flute I gaily play
Pan, Azazel, Hern, and the others
Oh I do miss my satyr brothers.
rand@coolcatdaddy.com/7.1.97