Aydin Eliason
Sudsy Vacay
Strap on your seatbelts we’re heading in a state
of restless & lava lamp shines. Glowing
back porch swing yard. Chaos coin of aquatic
digging, a transcript. And what are you supposed
to be? I’m sure you’ve seen the interviews with the aplomb it’s
gotta be in constructs. They take the name
of the ice & flood it out into the stream
I can see what you’re thinking. Get a fork
& use it, get marble & roll it. Distance
is only recession, a lighthouse meeting with
wristwatches & aspiring gardeners.
Display currency to shells of outreach
the dirt heaves up the driveway.
Allow self to open door of heat-seeking burgundy plant life.