[donating Food Off Your Mouthwash Hands] Poem by Aaron Eliad

Donating food off your mouthwash hands
to iron blood drive
wipe crush hair
like the moon landing.
Two feasts with drills by day

dream of the numbers
and dogs that drained away
for the one who drowned the world

laying spooky homonymn
dead film star
sorely iris of charity
benzocaine litter comforters
are the stars and sons

splint two point eight
pound brass knuckles of socialized medicine
gait rails. Hardly stupendous
dimension alkahest
aweless walking the barricades
gravitron ocean.

Her archaic name damsel
wire shrunk the like of snakeyes
for the likes of you
on heaven ricochet
splash drunken socialist
man who liked to say it
paved the way for lyrics.