[fat In The Canal Road Tunnels] Poem by Aaron Eliad
[fat In The Canal Road Tunnels]
fat in the canal road tunnels
in those days was so rich,
it hit the table with barlained curtcodes
by chainmail farming provosts
wild to see how we tame them.
putting parts as parts of spectators
come true to mongeese and shame
smokescreen living
in a scene from your worst dream
memorized thinner with milk in pills
rotten and hot made peace.
the tallest drapes planetside.
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