Future-sick

And I feel this sludge

running down the long halls of my legs

a flood of viscous petrol jelly

slick sewage sick

patrolling artery walls

this metallic slide

so much molten lava

running down the mountains

of my thighs.

I'm a concrete machine

getting my mortar fix

tin woman hollow heart

methyl folate ******

Give me another hit

buffer my pain.

Already I have diesel fuel juice

leeching out my tissues

lightning striking the brain.

It's hard to get your attention

with this leavening

pooling the blood in my feet

It's hard to say hello with

acid cuddled words.

I want to raise my arms

and touch you

but I'm too toxic I'll burn you.

This nausea has become me

this metabolic crash is

my stop-gap.

Short circuit pain

this neuropathy has hardened me

in the space between these synapses

I dream of nothing.

Doped up by the yellow stuff

Daddy sprays from the plane

I was a farmer's daughter but

the doctor says

You've got the mutant gene,

for heavy metal toxicity.

Another serotonin addict

with brains of saccharine and plastic

I might get a pink ribbon for surviving

if they call it disease,

but silently, inside

I feel this sludge

sick sewage slick

battening down the reflexes

backing up the pipes.

my body is the future body

I say.

because this deadly brigade

is eating up the human chain.

There were Chernobyl defects,

and the media loves lepers with lesions

but a blistered stillborn baby

is no face for nuclear policy

but we --we're the unsung mutant breed--

there are billions of us

mentally sick lazy fucks,

hypochondriacs

of pre-existing conditions

can't find work

not even at Walmart

for disability aid--

But when you check out,

please donate.

Drop another baby

in the cancer cup.

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