Poetry floats (need a title)

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poetry floats
 
 
 
 
Buddha, wearing straw sandals, was caught
on camera in Arizona and racially profiled.
Facebook image-matched him instantly
but couldn’t help at all with Mohammed.
 
The third wise man hung around for a long
holiday weekend then slid up to heaven
ignoring the growing desert storms,
the donkey abandoned in Jerusalem.
 
Poetry floated Jim in a Parisian bath, bloated;
tethered Michael to a bedroom door, to stumble
and drop; on a gravel road it shattered like shots.
The battlefield moon names names nightly.
 
Juggled from Nazareth to Nagasaki, mercy struggles.
Deep underground corruption bubbles; poetry floats.
 
 
 








Buddha, wearing straw sandals, was caught
on CCTV cameras in Arizona, racially profiled.
Facebook image-matched him instantly
but couldn’t help at all with Mohammed.
 
The third wise man hung around for a long
holiday weekend then slid up to heaven,
ignoring the growing desert storms,
the current situation in Jerusalem.
 
Poetry floats with Jim in a Parisian bain, bloated;
tethered to a bedroom door with Michael it stumbles
and falls; on a gravel road light falls lightly
as rollcall; the battlefield moon names names nightly.
 
Juggled from Nazareth to Nigeria, mercy struggles.
Deep underground corruption bubbles; poetry floats.