[what If My Name Was Found In Porpoise Dreams]

what if my name was found in porpoise dreams,
stink bombs and firecrackers
thrown at your cousins
from the proper look ppg machines.

would you take easy.
crash a broken car
left to slush the creative clue
with my love and pilchard concrete,
it makes me cry

sound in space and sound in sound.
good jams that move us are vibes
our drink and shitty realities,
and that's all you.

poem by Aaron Eliad
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[motor Of Thought Resident Boxes]

motor of thought resident boxes
think outside and collapse
highest concrete dust teeth
ridiculous hepatitis
ducting vitamin like
blue and black birds
hemopheliac twigged pole.

I count nineteen of them.
You count seventeen.

with the world's weight combined
to travel
to our nearest star.
it would still take millions of years.
And all the years
killing and counting,
addicting and loving our friends,
and following collapsed boxes.

poem by Aaron Eliad
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[Bubble gum minor]

Bubble gum minor
fancier sayings,
saving up
keys like codes to your new car
because you can't stand up.

Fog machines scream elements, nobody in the room
has heard of.
because you didn't follow
all the way there
like thanking a subtle kindness
sistine chapel for several years.

The food stamp sinking in chamberlit campfires,
bashful, sestet hall of fame
hallmark on your face in saying:
they don't play me on television anymore.

poem by Aaron Eliad
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