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.