I'Ll Have What He's Dreaming Poem by Aaron Eliad

you never got it out of your system.
list of p's you wouldn't say.
shops closing waste out bumpers locked
up, but not for long reducing stress,
the pictures of systems.
you without anything.

I'll have what you know is simple.

The bandy subconscious guess sexing
too proud for the butterfly.

Strings brainstorm broken concrete slings,
reading women like spot martyrs.

you've been kissed in spaces men
with fool slurred speech never dreamed of.

Hills drink the most unproductive genders
from across the room.

Countries are calling operators
for new blood like you
to leech in the flags,
you've seen the scene.

Finding drinks in heads
is like a red cloud tied around
a walk in the zoo.
Coming to a naked lipped suit
near you soon.

you look real good with your feet
high up in the air
jumping nose changing monkeys
car to car.