Poem On: Day 4

Venonat (#048)

A hundred eyes on you, kaleidoscope
to aim poison. Thought it was a drought.
Golden spiral of image. Milkweed spore.
Sunset dancer. If God makes you
a pompom, be your own
cheerleader. Something royal. Something
dirty. They say they want a leader
but they can't seem to make up their minds.
Purple mop, who
do you appreciate?