Siamese Poem by Aaron Eliad

Crescent, as it's twin. Hit awkward heads
in-clement weather; like hats when we were younger,
stitching shadows to make us taller

reports to the windows: two sticks
and fire nature innovations.
invitation, invents an 1812 credence that stems
like a star in the mouth of your trial.

Are there lines in the eyes of a copyright child?

Body promise machine oscillation, viscera and
burnt wire smells the rich cyanide glare
Harboured by conquered for 10 winters long,
5 minutes at a time.

Fracture, so ironic, so undeniable, so hypnotic
tonic drum machine rocket
shows and hammer parties.

dear gaurd, did my strobes affect the marching band?