i can get used to a chemical future
there will be a science fiction glamour
it could develop into something really noir
really noir
not some dopey fiction anymore
our bodies warm with toxins and smoke
our wit sharpened by seeing
fellow citizens
declining into pools of rancid adipocere
on a regular basis
warm nights atop bank buildings
watching the horizon's burning jelly
glad of our
sub-par cigarettes
and disreputable booze
i wasn't using those national parks anyway
let the ice-caps flow
fuck it (I can already hear you say)
let's slither into that
very next tide
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