Sparking Beedies
Through the state of Hormuz
Considering the children I keep employed
Tying tiny green strings
Around tobacco leaves

Piracy warnings
Lights off on the decks
To pretend to confuse
And thwart grappling hooks
Avoid a dramatic turn

Maneuvering fast around
Sheep, minarets and sand dunes

Lanyards grant passage
Indicated by satellite
I’ll hide in the solarium
or perhaps the engine room

Next to acetylene tanks and greek captains
With nautical miles unequaled to date
“1 point to port”
To provide mathematicians a hobby
As statisticians a muse

Auctioneers work quicker than cartographers
And even faster than a bullet trains
Who at least have the decency to stop
At stations from time to time
To allow the slow minds
Needed moments to breathe