Sleeping Under The Powerlines Poem by nathan martin

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.

lead 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.