Black Noise.A Poem by Aaron Eliad
A sound is a set of wings sizzling in the sky from a revisionist locker yard. A sound is a carousel on a wedding ring. A sound goes up and slants gradually, sustains theoretically, stops inevitably. A sound is a stitch on the brink of the sun. A sound is the pop of a stun gun. A sound is a bindle with cooties caught from catching strangers. A sound is a haitian sculpture of soap choking chlorine garden. A sound is a skinny dog clotting the sewer. A sound is a rocking backward or a rocking toward hurdle over a home or bed sound and sleeping. A sound is an imagination of decorative dots. A sound is a stream of towels on park place. A sound is the same person, same poison. A sound is a pogo stick paching morning papers. A sound is the worst tuesday of your life. A sound is a bright red nose and brick clothes. A sound is a big red box shaping the names of animals. A sound is the whe-wheeze of a bubble wand harness. A sound is a liquid alarm and a funnel. A sound is a fish globe over a bowl of sugar on the table. A sound is a breathing pan ketlle of lemonade. A sound is a half finished coloring book of your favorite super hero. A sound is a sterilized cut. A sound is a plaster perspective, a blunt object. A sound is someone that you knew when you were small. A sound is an elephants cage in the DC zoo. A sound is a sport coat coated with glue. © 2009 Aaron EliadReviews
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Added on July 15, 2009AuthorAaron 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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