Just dump oil all over everything
Everywhere and get it over with
I lost my baby due to penalty kicks.
Hope has turned to cobalt goo
Change we can believe in the way
We believe in unicorns and Jedis.
It's too hot to be a free agent
Each atom is a poem with its
Own spinning agenda, which demands
[Line of poem drowned out by vuvuzelas].
Let me put my poems inside you with
A spatula and we'll ride across the grammar
To a whistle on the mortgage of a field
Speckled with dusky crickets who have
No regard for human life.
It's not Convex Mirror, it's Houseboat Days
And you're the sunburned, bearded captain
Drifting further out away from the cherry
Chocolate harbor.
I tried to climb the ladders but a gorilla
Was throwing barrels at me.
You'll need guide wires, a harness and a team
of Sherpas just to get through the day.
Here we go
The whale reminds us how much we have failed.
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[
theawl.]