Radioactive Pigeons
Robert Pollard
Minted waxed
Left overtaxed
Then undisturbed
Fallen trapped
Bereft
Hard to touch
Last of days
The ocean speaks
And sparks the darks
And it begs they do not kill themselves
Flying off the rail
Speak for lying
And signal an orange changeling
Dawned upon us
On her ancient eye lids
Heat the rivers
For religion
Time the bottle
May you always know yourself
Drink the fish man
Dismal is what man
Is what does
Impression of an image that was
Flying off the rail
Speak for lying
And signal an orange changeling
Dawned upon us
On her ancient eye lids
Board the bird man
Spark the dark where oceans speak
Of what they drink to not kill themselves
Please
