[speeding Time In Bow-Stung Hotels] Poem by Aaron Eliad

[speeding Time In Bow-Stung Hotels]



Speeding time in bow-stung hotels,
toelaces replaced with broomsticks
bracketed torches strands sewn
apart. Gusts of the nerve
repairs once rodents
have deodorized the outside,

washed teeth fairies with chocolate seeds
kissing the eyelids of dulcimer
strings. Accounts of the supper
made crackers, tomato paste,
grilled apples. Prime

finding smoke outsourced trees,
beneath their leaves stay
still like nutcrackers.
With everything gone extinct
or delinquent, it's quiet in ways
so new to be polished with a sky
sagging yogurt tree. Square
shut buck teeth
shut to stop rubble,

growth and inflation
of export in shapes of a shade tree.
A hot race car sighing like
sound in piles of would-be
rackets and long track
records that rival original
stat racking pranksters.

Morphine and plasticine stomachs,
a soft heart could ask were
relieved and depleted by weeks
of selfless relations; the roads
decreed alive pissing tweaked tags
on soft jumpers in the city's

center. Plowing beat brains like fixed
quickly snapped photographs, barbers,
ladies lithographed in slow sand.
Deciding your mentors
include stoners like mr. rogers, jack
kerouac, paul bowles and barrett
among more.

You want to know what it's like to
rot inside trees. Learn how to
design or spoil good rocket fuel.
Lack silence in an achievement
of space. Separating the brand
you want against the brand you got.

There's nothing that could hit the spot.
Places you could lie all night, stand or sit
still. Wait to feel sick
when problems have been overcome.

A chariot, a round basic
need for compliance, the stoic
repaired, the stretcher
having a sun clouded with common
catastrophic playing cards.
The Stiff neck, sick in the
head reclining remorse
of nature. Wit soft ended
reboundless example
squishing the simply lived
peach knowledge of scarce sanity.

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