3 Poems

le goldfish just shoot me a moon dropped into my peaceful home in my padded jacket on the airbrushed course pistol whipping a tasselled dreamboat in bloodred tie a teary image in the bushes upsetter im framed but i killed you like wallpaper pasted & sprinkled with daisies your trinkets my minor landmarks reconciled with the sky now its jewels adorn my unlined brow le goat they thought he was a jock they caught him skipping on campus in a white sheet it was christmas & everything was made of cheap sweet cane & begged for decoration soulfully like dew like pearls they said billy your naked bodys heading bumlast peachily into the vortex kneehigh boots belie your interest in the sacred you love arcadia too much youre just a lowrent bacchus you take the grape le lion suffused with innocence like rice with water he represents ageold blue superficiality his shorn mane says strip the walls & like to see tack cant you see replicated me in the recess shreds of red tshirt there was a boy trodden into the floor his kiss was like vaseline his nose torn open like an antelope he ran his hand through his contraband drips in the jungle are rank ferny