Paper stains, molds, and rots in plastic bins kept below canvas.
Book binding swelling, sweating; moisture laden under canvas.
Stitching a five finger glove. Love, does it matter what fills it?
Reprobate fish-hands throw baited sea bass onto the canvas.
Raptors; birds of prey – dive-bomb the glass windows, pray twice, while playing a
Base rhythmic beat based on a C bass clef and painting on canvas.
Race with batons now flash drives; gospel missions running on servers.
Digital, underground, superhighways; Paul sailed with sheets of canvas.
Blacklisted whistleblowers barely standing above the rest.
Moral acts of courage; living in tent campers of canvas.
- Gary Edward Geraci