A Moat for Thinkers

By Aydin Eliason

Here come the Bitcoin Groupies, warbling along the pathway 
         ahh hell yeah,
wheat fields so fucking gray.

watchers saved by the batteries; they have practice in this 
        emulation, this storing of shareholders in velvety lagoons
docking the boat at word translucent holster, flying out of 
	barbeque breeches, the lasting lemon lamentable, 
prickiting carrot king rhubarb lord of our spaces, harvesting 
	yellow dog charities on the way up to lichen 
pacts signed, realities realized, a piece of delicacy, 
	warning sign of earth clumping, decay bubble
search for wise prophecy, yelling and footsteps in a 
	snowclone isolate, proximity to feather duster
bushing out sea chanty realism, opaque crackers line 
        the linoleum floor, defining the shelter, chase
visions of elixir in dreaming piano embassy, a fairies’ 
	night job is a frictionless cloud, dependent 
upon storage, who’s dreaming this carousel? Deftly 
	package surrogate waiters for the car chase
and maybe we’ll build a moat for fluffy ravens, the 
	black icing of the cake heaving out of doors 
like the great thinkers of the 20th century, ships and 
	paper chips, delusive flights of the step roaming
out into an uneasy mist, security and insurance, a weight
	loss program for the prospective hikers, a purple 
cup steeping an exaggerated frisbee recipe, look someone 
        is uttering something, making noises.