[mild piece that I am yellow]

[mild piece that I am yellow]

A Poem by Aaron Eliad

 

mild piece that I am yellow,
glossed, plucked and palookad,
so treble I break from the dream of dead popes
luck that I like finding
 
soft packed in a sixteen non filter
trickling tender on the glass plaque
for my brain standing guard boys,
pipbrook mills
and a dollar forty three in tongues.

© 2009 Aaron Eliad


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Aaron Eliad
Aaron Eliad

DC



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Aaron 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..

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