MAUDLIN MAWS▪︎Poetry (3)

39. Arms for a jailbird

Ruby scarlet sighting on the concrete
Short limbs of pain streeling languidly;
A longing loaf of blue hanging down his sides
The molasses of his rum sweetless vapid of floral aromas
The shirt neoprine tumbles corpulent;
Watered feathered wings relenting on him
Exerting his passions
Resuming them mourning ravines
Orating, seeking a bidding to give in to the summon
Trickle down the curving abyss_ unhearingly
Break the vows he professed to the shredding cinnamon blisters she tears aqueous

How the self-made arsonists slithered in gears of coldness
Helping their quiet hands to barebone the columns of his zeal;
Looming steep knuckling the sun's boister_
But he can bare it
Dislocated; the glower red
Louring his subterfuging crafts
Rage trenchant on his breath
Meaning rancour the bite morosely malign
Steel-plated in a furor suit;
The devil grins by the mere revel of his lips
Entrenching sugar-canned sin in jollity see-through expressions
Touching in hints, specks his once frightened binded lids

To her eyes his fourtnights in dingy alleyways are forgotten
Bleached in the purging light she keeps on holding for him_
Arms extended, set forth, enkindled
Un-backing to the perdition pit he venues in
Redeeming the raven plumage to glea quilted skin
Sentient, breathing softly without gasping for respite to the wonted suffering

9/5/2023