New Poetry by Damian White: “Alabaster Clouds”

He bartered a pair of Nikes for a piso
Or, as the dealer said, “$10 Methamphetamine Dream”
Voluptuous alabaster clouds asphyxiate his tent
Ooo–wee did it bubble and billow
He knew of himself, though he not
God wrought him Statue of David
Chiseled steadfastness intravenously
So as not to be forsaken in vain