[a Flamingo Holds Up Flowers] Poem by Aaron Eliad

[A flamingo holds up flowers]


A flamingo holds up flowers
that I hand back to her in the rain.
I see him take his jacket off

and tick like a suicide glass of water,
slapping match-minds on the floor
lap clashing like before
had run out, run over
disorder's
flicking tips. but he ticks.
and is living in the past.

We cannot remember the future.

Our heads have been in hospitals,
and have been cleared
and have been scanned so we fit perfectly
like psalms on a hand
handed back to her in one
single syllable.

clearly stressed in conspiracy
and tested in blinks of an eye
from a beautiful shadow of vision
that could flash on a screen.

A flamingo tap dances on a street
and hands out flowers
like gypsy vampire injections
and impossibilities
that can't be remembered
while living in the past.

We are part of the future.

A flaming flamingo aureate sun
now, resembles no one.

blankets all around.