There’s a big swirling ball of garbage There’s a lot of fucking soup cans They’re emptying off shelves and multiplying Plastic and tin triangle of death each particle a star a blink that goes on by… Earth is my… inflatable plastic toy.
Oily fingers reach into Louisiana waters, take time to swirl and blob and bleed. They cover the sea and they cover my screen. All this, happening so far from me. Next to me: by- products leer…swallow plastic, choke on fear.
Kevin Costner, one of the first “stars” spotted in the Gulf coast has introduced a ‘dream machine’ that will separate oil from water. Some are calling it the Deepwater Horizon spill, some the Gulf oil spill and others still call it BP’s mess (all are accurate) but what they aren’t talking about is that many […]
This is just a thought, but what if BP really did it? What if they made this disaster on purpose in order to gain more oil in a shorter period of time. They certainly don’t seem concerned with stopping the flow, just collecting the crude-water. Does anyone know how much the rig was able to […]
SPAM POEMS consist of things bots leave me on my blog or in my email. I rewrite their gibberish into my own gibberish! Have fun there are always more of these to share :D Note the ransom: shooting capabilities, displacing saggy neck cream. Losing control of yesterday’s kitchen technologies parading as real, living improvements. THIS […]
The sun blinds me through a window with no blinds as I lean over to examine this pale blue afternoon. A cat yet again sits on a plastic storage bin amid recently emptied boxes. 7:53 but a bee buzzes still near a tree, near my window. Three large pictures broken-up with: white window-latches, burgundy curtains, […]