Beyond Petroleum



Brooklyn’s sky
rests
upon its peripatetic
people
clusters of children
intertwined
spheres of passage;
prestige
advancement
sojourns
escorted
through digital domains,
hard-wired, hard-pressed.

****
Yet
I must tell my story.
I must teach my truth.

Rabbi, fear not, I do not presume to be you.

Forgive me Jesus; I suffer not, as you did.

Let us pray:

Buoyant upon the sins
Of we the unthinking,
Unprepared,
No back-up plan
Deliberately-projecting
Petrol pumped
cheaply
Reaping deep profits
Influence

Yo.
Listen up: [if I may say it as a Queens-girl;
Shea, in the distance]
resources
are not infinite.

Sally sells sea shells
By the sea-shore.

Who will pay?

Are you breathing?

Beyond petroleum?

BP?
http://www.greenbergresearch.com/index.php?ID=473

It’s time to burp.
Belch.
Fart.

All-knowing
Our infinite hope, refuge and strength
We know the sea’s tide;
that its polarity
equals
a sponge.

The shit has really hit the fan.

Print that: New York Times
http://www.businessweek.com/news/2010-05-14/obama-sends-bomb-mars-experts-to-fix-bp-oil-spill-update1-.html

Ask any fisherman:

Which is it?
Shrimp cocktail?
Today’s traffic report?

Mom, are we there yet?

Not quite honey, not quite.

©2010 right_hook/gadget girl

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