Glittering Parliaments
Robert Pollard
[Verse 1]
In a zone of behavior
On the edge of a mirror
In a pool of milk
Go the giants of truth
On their golden walkers
[Verse 2]
Their bar mirror teas
To snort
And dreamy dear milk ways
[Verse 3]
Quite broken
A grand array of mustards
Dribbling nectar
Through apple cores galore
Sinners and wonderers
Quite chosen
[Verse 4]
Illustration museum
Let us cry from a window
Paregoric sop
Heavy clods at hole one
Apollonian bronzefoil
Grain feeding their flames
Do tell
And puffing through clenched teeth
Flies open
They stand apart in clusters
Staking the future
With histrionic bore
Sinners and wonderers
Quite chosen