had a dream

two faces four arms
livestock roaming the streets
and a goat oh, the old goat
paunch and all two pronged toes
even hip width apart
ready to spur
a boxer moving 'round the faces just danced
like lively the goons in the pine on the street
the house all click, click
they changed and we drank whiskey and spat
blake and a few ginsberg the accordian did not work
so liz threw down a shoe and andy took the pictures
jared cooked up some spice while joe did the talking
all the oration intelligent toxin

memory spun golden they forgot the names needed and just
made it up long the way