Thursday, 25 August 2011

fossil fuels

you cannot just skim the cream,
off into some separate dream,
collect the run off of my outbursts,
in tea cups, catching the drops.
there is nothing to reanimate,
recycle, reassign. there is ruin,
there is rot, and i'd thought I'd better tell you,
as it seemed like you'd forgot.

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