THE AXIS OF ELVIS

Elvis has left the building...

Marsupial magnate tectonic

in magental cityscape,

placing phasers on stun,

preoccupation with the mindmeld melee,

cascaded in an albino indigo azure.

Minted by herbivores casted in canons of worth,

for the sake of their mirth,

unveiling the surf.

Of imbrication's imputed,

in a velvetine sky,

apportioned monuments,

absconded by your absent care,

reminding me of the intrinsic concern of mirrors,

pointed to the echopitch of dark reflections.

Fading away in the opticonic resonance of their allure...

the oceanic rippleswell, the tide cascades into,

the omniscience of an avid propensity,

for editions of repositories of charm.

Between us the reform of dreams,

gives way to the supplemental sedentary seclusions,

of their ambient hardships,

disavowing the advertisinal quality

of their apportioned distances.

Upon the ellipse's circuitous path,

echoing in the permeation of propriety,

a place for discovery,

to apportion order.

Self interest paraded as virtue,

within,

the axis of Elvis.

Poem and image © 2016 Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder