Contraband And Demand

Flexed forceps admit
passage through canals
& a Panama connection
slipped
The skip of
ropes rig cellophane
sails

Weather of welling
eyes drip wetly
into sweat;
& one could tell
of which each infant trickle
sprung
if he was lord of
this saucepan scape;
Graphite shipwright sky
lush
or men's fleshy fields
with upward dew
flush


~

Marcus waits
with bated weight
split & scaled
upon 2 unfortunate soles
who've not met
the pushy hold of mold
spiteing hardset humidity's toll

Prayer prying apart
pudgy russet lips
so inertly accustomed
to an apathy in atheism;
For forbearance - for failing the man
a flourish of forgiveness
in this clammy fault
by his damnable hands...

Contraband and demand