A Gaunt, Featherweight Man

A gaunt, featherweight Man floats in a 

largesse fish tank...Bloody Mary has him

drunk well before the fact of His blood 

in and out.

He does not kick, but bangs his head

against her Virginal belly...the canonical

poet of poets staves off an earth's 

clockwise, counterclockwise rotation

with eyes trespassing a prayer in progress...

answered.

He could see bone blow its straw through

the preliminaries of Manhood...wheezing

a collective breath striving through 

destinations of flesh.

His Father, of which he commended his

spirit, was his Mother who relented his spirit.

The airing of coming unto, touched down.

The Son of Man, Daughter of Woman...

bear their complighted Rose.

Konstantinos Mark

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