Three Poems by William Keckler

YOU LOOK NICE

You look like the sort of person
who gets fucked
in a pink motel
with a miniature golf course
in front
and swimming pool
out back
covered
by a scary tarp
since they found
the dead guy
floating in it
with a knife in his back.
And the water
has a pink tinge
all these weeks later,
oddly sweet
because it matches
the motel's pink,
your lipstick
and almost pretty bag.



VERY SHORT POEM
FILLED WITH HUGELY
HELPFUL PRACTICAL ADVICE

Never trust
a pink motel.



FUCK

This strange outline
of an animal's body.

Or just part of a body.

Why does it last forever?

It feels like my soul.
It looks like an animal.

Fossil fucks.

Eighty year olds
probably
hunt for them in dreams.

Archeologists.

We're all archeologists
of our own fucking.

3 comments:

Billy Joe said...

You Look Nice is good.

Opium Poetry said...

i first read one of yr poems in driver's side airbag

William Keckler said...

Thanks. Driver's Side Airbag brings back some memories. Reminds me I'm old too. But it's all good lol.

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