Wednesday, October 3, 2012


12

Petrochemical—
we’re all a bit queasy
plastic wrapping round
everything we hold
eat or sleep under or near
and effluent isn’t pretty
and the fumes are noxious
as we cower near
the chemical plants
while catalytic cracking
announces the cancers
of our daily routines
our fracked hearts open
our heads engulfed
in blue flames of progress

Petrostate—
there is a sort of resin
or film on my hands and eyes
I can feel it in my lungs too
like a lozenge melting
slow as polar ice
quick as changing climates
do you want to see every
possible compound
cracked from element?

Petrodisaster—
it’s because of all this
the soup we leech in
the particles we inhale
that we are coming to Victoria

2 comments:

  1. "Our fracked hearts open" (Holy shit that's good.)

    Goddess-speed.

    (Missed you in Bothell.)

    Paul

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  2. Thanks Paul! I was sad to miss Bothell too.

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