wrote these for the Poets For Living Waters:
It’s hard to know [what
We’ve gotten ourselves in such
with this [hole
polluting the earth thing…
We ate too many cookies
and sp [oiled
How to stop the gears, shifting and twisting, [out of control?
I don’t think it’s up to me
but I still choose to ride]
people see what they want
but what goes unseen?
Time forgot African babies and
though the magazine will remind you of
HAITI EARTHQUAKE and
GULF OIL SPILL
-babies in Africa are still dying of
(your damn hamburgers and Cap’n Crunch aren’t going to save them
-Tibet is still occupied
(the Dalai Lama did not originate in India)
-Haiti was a poor-as-shit island
about before people died EN-MASS
(in my opinion, this disaster saved lives)
-and we’re spending
all this energy trying to fix
one leaking hole we poked
in the earth while ignoring the rest…
(how many have to blow up before we figure it out?)
can you read between the lines?
to see what’s still hidden
at the bottom
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