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