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.
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