[late for the race]A Poem by Aaron Eliad
late for the race
flirting with dead women,
her paper face wet with new ozone
cambodian girls.
I squeezed all the polish from her skirt
but they still brought more.
let's fill tiny trash trucks with hi-test combinators,
let us dream of the grass.
© 2009 Aaron Eliad |
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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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