WARHOL

A moon's eye opens
the Factory by daylight
as a runaway sleeps
on Andy's doorway
in a muscle shirt
wounded in 1966
from too many shots
in a shoeless artist pose
with his eyes circled
dresses and shaves
because life tells Andy
art is more about souls
and the dead sky
cannot speak
of a police state
a kid expects to die
in a used overcoat
near the cherry bomb politics
with a No Parking sign
over his sleep housed apparition.