FULL MOON ON TOP OF A CHAMPAGNE PALM'S TIP

my poems look better
when decapitated.
It looks sexy without a head,
because,

it has a beautiful body,
a tail of a past, like the myriad
tails of
a peacock, strutting its way along
a garden
early morning under the mellow sun,
headlessly, i mean, it goes for all,
no specific direction, catches all, and throws all away.
just like that. A wink, a snap,
a dream,
decapitated.