Radioactive Pigeons

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 eyelids

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 eyelids

Board the bird man
Spark the dark where oceans speak
Of what they drink, to not kill themselves
Please



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Pollard
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