[gewgaw Curlers Somersault] Poem by Aaron Eliad

gewgaw curlers somersault
out.
Picked up by corposants for keeping
in it's globose ambages.
It won't attend for a long while
wide of the mark and deathless
each in esteem
does not bring itself to heaven.
Can you see them?

like cantors dividing joy salvos
and pickets of rocking boat
tigress yelps that
were helpless then and are hopeless now
elucid with something
totally trojan
fixed ideally to the mantinuvarian

steer sticking the ground
to satellites
you'd will to pythoness staid forlucas.
but they were so much smaller,
and so much darker

than calligraphed lodestar salients;
ordained, saccharine
areole whisk tracts move all-
embracing suffix
parturience
judas convex kisses
always undraped, democratic
and plain spoken.