poem inspired by the mountain goats.

"...I said to Endymion":

All I could recall of my dream were the jaws of dogs
waiting. They chased me down the day. And don't we all wait
for the flesh to fall on down?
For the cool night to relieve our hungers?
Baying at the moon lucid as a blenny's eye
up in the tranquil waste,
licking our narrow cheeks.
Everything I told you with my body is true.