[what type of life hipsqueak]A Poem by Aaron Eliad
what type of life hipsqueak
sands it’s self mirage
type of proxy clean mile paper
tough in tight roller blade dragon cats.
don't I look nice in them?
is the time bodacious
for a dumb dumb song
in the thought of my machine machine
masters with alcoholic blues.
drink disappearing ink
with rollerblade sweaters and knit grunge,
asking for the check of our
caress and closure cold fingers.
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Added on June 26, 2009 AuthorAaron EliadDCAboutAaron Osgood Eliad hopes to rethink and thereby reinvent himself by juggling spider monkeys at the bottom of a lightbulb and perform a lifetime of critical posturing in discussion before his excesses .. more..Writing
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