Toxic Conversations

So shall we sit and speak of other things

Of sealing wax and cabbages and whether we have wings

Lets turn the tv off

Lets sit a while and talk

Lets make eye contact long

And just not mention

The unspeakable thing

There is a topic

It's toxic

And I know eventually we will visit it

And as we writhe in the toxic ooze

The radioactive sludge drip neon green from our bare skin

Rivulets of poison run off us like rain showers

Acid stinging the corners of our eyes

When we rise from the hazmat spill 

Our skin glowing yellow with radiation

And our hair sparking with hydrocarbons

Will you still kiss me then 

When you realize that I do not believe

In the existence of Alaska

Will you still kiss me then 

When you realize I need to see

And sometimes I accidentally do

Will you still kick me when 

I bow down to your iron will

And worship your cast gods

Then what 

Words and words and words

And the breaking apart of things

And the flight of happiness 

And the deep darkness of disspair

Pain too 

And this one thing

Wisdom

I am no prophet

The greatest prophet of the future is the past

Can we reconcile our pasts

Let us sit then and speak of other things

Of ships and sails and ceiling wax and not the King of Kings