Goats

There’s always a solution,

There’s always a goat.

Heart rate mercury bound

Sentinels stand and wait

Rubber wears while the rubber meets the street,

Inflate, Deflate, Inflate again

Shaking, Quiver, Quaking, Shiver

Shoulder looking,

No one’s there,

Soft steps speak louder than

Pistonic feet,

Crumbling, crack in concrete

Laces underneath,
Running, running,

Lungs cannot accelerate,

Jumping fences in attempts to escape

Never surrender, never die,

Pulse, pulse, pulse,

The rain can hear you’ve got but moments,

Then you see the blue jackets

You see the hats and you watch the sirens,

Drive straight by the alleyway in which you hide,

You see the woman and the man,

The children fingering the wrong one,

You walk by as his hands are behind him,

Given enough time, a goat will certainly appear