Jerrod Bohn


Corporal Work of Mercy:Fault Lines

reproved & unshriven--an empty guinea sack
for wandering          penitent stars do their best
blinking eye & your soul in the Marinas Trench

swallowed by some whale & jellyfish-stung
your porous sackcloth a sponge       water-
logged & buoyant under a wrenching sun

bark the chorus becalmed & catch a wave
washed up an arid beach like "sorry, I'
squawked & parting labia pull you back

a-sea          cigarette & lipstick on your shirt
collar         you are daze & daze w/o song
unable to tell fissure from folded palm




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