Now I'm the gargoyle

adorning the temple door

grinning above the proud parishioners

waiting for bigger game.

Stormed by lice

and licking my granite chops

with a gasoline tongue.

Letting the pointed archway

play my ribs

like a felt xylophone hammer

watching a beauty clad in cheesecloth

flee into the forest

where I am preparing to go.

Prowling in Medusa helmet and drag

I will inhabit each tree

and watch her from

the silent storm within the wood.