#379. pontillism

September 8, 2010

positioned
at the head
meaning binds
crown to creation
flame to fire another
year an arbitrary point
an infinite number on any line

#378. eventually canaan

September 7, 2010

in the land
of oil and money
only the road
remains constant
and everyone
is a ghost in transit
across time
space becomes less
expensive
and more valuable

beautiful oil gulf
cradle of oil so much life oil
the dolphins oil jump
whales breach oil and sing oil
and the oil reeds sway oil
birds oil sing and fly oil
oil fisherman pulls his oil nets
oil in the sun oil children
splash oil in the shallows oil
oil oil oil oil oil oil oil oil oil oil oil oil
oil oil oil oil oil oil oil oil oil oil oil oil
oil oil oil oil oil oil oil oil oil oil oil oil

vast sun drenched reaches
of oil soaked sea
filled with tightening death
which sounds our species’ dirge.

shout microbes!
shriek reeds!
scream humans!
stink corpses!

do you feel the pain?
a disturbance in the force?
will it wake us up?

#289. gulf poem

June 10, 2010

distance
is a close thing
intimate and wild
calmly alone
the osprey
soars
dives
eats

your hand scraped
shark teeth out of the sand
glistening in the sun

memory gone from delight
to sadness
and anger

#275. BP

May 27, 2010

british petroleum
has brought us death
as have other violators
of the earth

but i drive a car
and havnt given up
any real part
of my user lifestyle

so i ask myself
am i a selfish bastard
or will i change
thru thoughtful grateful sacrifice

we all need to ask
and act or accept
being killers and ultimately
suicides

dragonflies
shrimp dolphins
and brown pelicans
dont get our choice

#264. drill baby kill

May 16, 2010

drill baby drill
kill baby kill

if time flowed backwards
then maybe you would see
how like the ocean
all life is to be
if time stayed still
then i think you would see
how saving the gulf
would bring life to thee
but time seems to flow forward
and it doesnt matter what you see
we kill our selves
when we kill the sea

drill baby drill
kill baby kill

#158 Th Woman (more)

January 30, 2010

Th woman
to curl cool
nourish plant poet wolf

the red rises flaunts
her stuff passion
as flame

as soil
city bred heavy
as the fine reggae bass

turns all fantasy sails
into elementals
as air

***

curve into lust
a round
lust oil
desire finds the sun
tan worlds.

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