A Poem Covered In Fallout
Let your eyes make a wish, and turn them to the sky, where the clouds present you with pulsating beats that fall down around you like drips of itchy rain. This is just the radiation gloss. It coats you because you were a good person. Now it's time to rest, and remember your place on earth was true and deep. Magnetic crystal radio ears, and a refrigerated heart, no one person knows who did the art, but appreciate it clouding the sky all the same. Phantom artist in your soul, tell him you knew his name. Set him free from the body, that will soon collapse in the rain. Itch, itch, itch. Cough up a tooth, and see it gleam like a pearl in the shell of your hand. Good night, lover. Good night.