Kung Pao Deception

by Alex Eliasen

Salt begins to form
Soy sauce half full, spilt over
Sediments of dusk

Holes in each pocket
Quarters remain for parking
The lights off each month

I dreamt of neon
Glowing water, pointed home
Chili powdered hope

Cast iron ages
Dragons will burn their tails too
Red seeps through the glass

The bell’s stillness grows
With circadian cleaning
Stickiness remains