Eat Your Illness

I chew through your renegade cells
And neutralize them in my acid.

Your bitter blood fills my mouth
And erupts over my teeth
Into the gardens of their roots.

The soil has turned to mud
With the sticky blackness
That has leeched into your skin.

Let us go to dinner together
Just like we always do
Let me eat your cancer
And knaw through your malignant center
And drink your bloody biopsy.

We can go together
Wherever you need to go
Just please don't have it be
Away from me
In that place where decay festers
Away from the laser of our memories
That burn it away.

We drove the city at night
Talking in cars
Where the most malignant being in that Artifical horizon
Was us.

I remember laughing high in the sky
At fucking nothing
Because nothing is always so funny
At 10 at night.

"Nothing" is sure funnier than chemotherapy.
I hate that word.

It makes me think of stale hospital rooms
And burnt out cigarettes in ashtrays
That smolder while an old man cries.

Pretty white and blue pills
A waterfall of plastic promises and Regeneration
That tumble down your throat.

Again and again
Your cells reform
And my teeth still knash
Through your cancer
Swallowing it
Even as the tumors are born.