filet minion (for sylvia plath)

You do not eat, you do not sleep,

Anymore, yellow creep.

You giant pill, you bloodless daffodil, not another peep.

Armies of android smooth–

I feel your harsh gloat.

Shadow porous as Playdoh

And longer than a U-boat.

With toothless mouths and T-bone tongues,

You infect my body till I become unstrung.

My cells expand, I am jaundiced and weak

I took you in, you ungrateful freak.

O’ Koolaid of Konsumerism,

You are melting to my throat

A slick coating of plastic

With no known antidote.

I know the taste of this toxic sweetness

All this pain and I’ll have to be a Beatnik.

I plumb my gullet with the tips of my nails

But you’ll never leave me till I’ve got bloody trails.

Maybe the answer is to drink more of your syrup

So I dose you and drink you in a medicine cup.

I’m drinking the Koolaid that America made

And it turns in my stomach like a yellow grenade.