Gorgeous Gargoyles

Ganders...gargantua--ensconced in far-fetched space...

(attrition)...LOOK AT THAT LINE...LOOK AT IT...

ROUND THE CORNERS OF PERPETUITY...predilections.

A soul's inalienable fracas...on bend and knee...hop...and

whoop...miasmic gargoyles poppy-wreathed...

for all-too-lucid dreaming...chanting etceteras of bare riff raffs.

Golden breastplates...weeping willow wings...empurpled--

fending fang trumping lines of: yuck, cluck, claw and kook.

...Listless eyes...alphabetize...think a blind oracle's

informed absentia...holy and bovine.

Redolent airs...perspiration of spume's most distancing shore--

eyepieces for the specks and logs in the oculos of brothers

and sisters.

As dust to dust doth not settle...heart's yonder score...nay

cease of interstice...off-world amorousness.

Gather ye yarrow sticks...hurl them at days...roofless arcady...

live into the spectra of their worlds, come friend or foe...Fate's

foundling.

Lines strung as prayer beads...curs-ed beads--forget-me-nots

enclosed in letters baiting Long Farewells, in the great literary 

correspondence of authored and Author.

...Ye gorgeous gargoyles come perch and push.

Persona non grata...the wide world...unisex prodigal...All--returneth...

LOOK AT THAT LINE...LOOK AT IT...(attrition)...ROUND THE

CORNERS OF PERPETUITY.

NEBULAEIC FANFARE...come perch to push...lo...ANGELS!

Konstantinos Mark