[capo On Your Arteries] Poem by Aaron Eliad

Capo on your arteries,
drunk,

both 3ice way extended.
The stadium damsel
is on her way up.
the canopy underneath,
is a full condonation of vitals
and violence

leather haired dancing favorites
catching echoes above the light.
Before that light is even born;
and ejects that singing into us,
signalling
sounds of jubilant halting station
terminals
that begin what is underneath us.
she is on her way down.

drunk off her pale
chorus chords.
the night's nothing written in MAJOR.
her bloated calls coming closer to question
each time around.

Taste the vulture,
now lament for her.

low keys
swooning over her;
as she's on her way up.

Check the teeth and other miracles
moving your mouth.
the muscles on display
oddities
love perfectly on perfect film,
and every instrument has something to drink to
or sing to
in the instinctive,
primitive fashion

of
the concepts you do not grasp any further
in your mid 60's, than when the film
strips started running.

hunting meaningless, magical
fuzz in the air plastic taste
out of your pretty little mouth

Fraction arms opposite clothes, tattoos and skin
towards the burial where the man in the van
is pulling you in

to show where the medicals might take you.