Going to use this thread to dump some of my unpublishable short poems. No titles, so I'll just number them:

#1

August ought to pass by quick.
Even trees grow bored.
Shadowed hands on vanquished knees –
keep the gun alive.
“Eager men in eagle clothes,”
withered roses scream.

#2

Grasping for the cement straws,
the garish puppet blinded.
Owls in his hat took flight.
Yellow mice whispered in his earhole.
Iron fountains mangled in the street –
the bombs so bright his sight was
lost, and fever struck his tangled heartstrings.

#3

Wreaths and cucumbers in fallen leaves
on crystal shores. No shackles for infants
and no dogs with arrows.
Only a heartbeat in May.
Only a maple in spring.
Near the potted plants,
by the obscene rings.
Only an angel could be so perverse.