Michael Farrell
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
