Atomic City (Minneapolis Radiation Oncology)
Alex Stolis
Doc says the Big C is no joke but I’m intent
on shooting B&W blanks into the sky and wait
for the sun to fall. I’m not the man I used to be,
was never the man I was; just another revved-up
story in my own mind, hopscotching through
the landscape; scorched earthing through life.
Two stones throw away, my past is catching up
to my hubris. Listen, you can hear dawn begin
to crack; fear’s a passing malaise, courage a mirage,
a Dali watch ticking away the countdown.
Atomic City glows on the horizon, a dystopian Oz
with no Wizard. I’m ready to dance on my grave,
going to grab the hand of the nearest radium girl
and jitterbug our way to the end of the world.
Alex Stolis
Doc says the Big C is no joke but I’m intent
on shooting B&W blanks into the sky and wait
for the sun to fall. I’m not the man I used to be,
was never the man I was; just another revved-up
story in my own mind, hopscotching through
the landscape; scorched earthing through life.
Two stones throw away, my past is catching up
to my hubris. Listen, you can hear dawn begin
to crack; fear’s a passing malaise, courage a mirage,
a Dali watch ticking away the countdown.
Atomic City glows on the horizon, a dystopian Oz
with no Wizard. I’m ready to dance on my grave,
going to grab the hand of the nearest radium girl
and jitterbug our way to the end of the world.