All is a time bomb. I am waiting
for selection to run its course:
the resistance rampant in rotten arteries,
and my antibiotic roof drips spills
of bacterial rain. How long before viral thoughts
eat away standard cells?I am still testing
antidotes against stubborn poisons
only to make nondescript progress
and be stunned at half-life relapses.Fevers cycle and decay in my veins.
Do I keep tilting at hoax cures
when all my medicinal highs
are precursors to falls?
How many more will fall victim
to my apocalyptic infections?---
apr 29, 2017
partially inspired by laurie anderson's "language is a virus"
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watterson
Poetryan experimental attempt to write a poem a day for the month of april spoiler alert: i did it