A rainbow spread of
Serial
transgression
The cheery yellow
flag of
Minor sins:
The blade that
won’t
Hold weight
The cord unblessed
by armorer, the
The hand carelessly
strayed into
Forbidden ground
Absconding from the
strip
Without a pass
Silken locks burst
loose and
Tumbling down the
back
The rosy blush of shame
for
Greater gaffes:
Grasping at the
blade as it collides with hand
Faking cramps
Lurking in
anonymity, lamé conspicuously
Blank
Innocently shutting down opponent’s march by
Timing out…the floor
Raking in the dough by advertising Badger Balm
Upon the sleeve (I wish)
Delivering a bell guard to the snoot
(No matter how provoked)
And Blackest Black, Beyond the Pale—the Deepest Dark
of Night:
Sneaking a mic into
The mask
Balking at a foe too loathsome to
Endure
Throwing the game
Withholding courtesy
Trying to cause harm
The system generously grants penance to
Bystanders needing grace as well:
Continued catcalls,
Obstreperous support or
(Ignoring reprimand)
Repeated hassling of the ref
All these penalties comprise
A winning hand
Tucked into blazer pocket
Ready to deploy
Elevating our authorities above the
Hoi polloi
