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 The Gulf Oil Spill



My head becomes an aquarium of thought
        As I sit upon the summit of earth
Life, no longer a meadow of casual mirth
           But a gulf of shadows in a town distraught
          
                 Arguments, pointed fingers, decisions,
      Black Death spewing at will…untamed

Ceilings of blue, above poisoned waters swirling
         Sounds of laughter lie as ink stains
Among the diaries of tomorrow's remains
         Titled Blueprints of Apocalyptic Twirling

                 Arguments, pointed fingers, decisions,
      Black Death spewing at will…untamed

Orange booms to remind us of someone's mistake
        Poor planning opens death's door, into life's vein
        Strangers scooping frailness; footprints amid our pain
Creatures wrapped in coats made of crude oil cake


           Arguments, pointed fingers, decisions,
      Black Death spewing at will…untamed

Pastel painted cottages grace tainted white sand
           Beaches of desolation amidst echoes of laughter
Tears from a fisherman; ghostwriters, pen the hereafter
      Fishnets of decay; where lies the next plan?

             Arguments, pointed fingers, decisions,
      Black Death spewing at will…untamed

              Thru the hourglass of time
                                      Sifts the sheen of our tomorrows…

 The Oil Spill

July 02, 2010

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