Sleeping Under the Powerlines

spin the lamp all the way down, lay low the polio eradic skyline. down to where beds exit through lime hollow eyelids. saint isotope on a pillowcase full of bright neurons. the mineral vertebrates standing upright in the name of science shuffle like ghost in florescent gowns. a quick flutter of the eyelash and the spirit returns to liquid. microwave membranes lying on soft satin, buzzing radon hewn pixels. they float like tangerine slices in orange jellow. strange apron grandmother for a god. chernobol piety.... long robed orthodox priest wandering through octane green forest nights.