Mississippi Canyon Block 252,
BP, Andarko, Mitusui, me and
you
50 million barrels producible
reserves
April twentieth and there
goes the bell curve
Time bomb set off in the
bartered assumption that
The progression of a bank
account towards an infinite limit cracked
Quantum equation of earnings
per share could some how trump
These negative environmental
externalities floating in the air
Like a plague wind of what
ifs wafting towards the shore line
In the belly of a billion oil
slicked armored mosquitoes making a plume out a pipeline
Set to impinge their drill
bit straws to inject the toxic milkshake
Of Cenozoic and Jurassic
compressed bedfellows with virulent maws
Heated up in a mixture of
square-celled ferns and amber prisons
Into crude fuel churning into
a mile down hive you’d swear was still living
And Bobby Pin pierced the
nest and these sludge bugs
Are billowing out like lost
smoke monsters headed for shore in route
To inject and infect every
micro organism in subtle transient replication
Of that which is biologically
segregated into chasms of habitat
Prison-celled Earth and
desegregated by man in an apocalyptic birth
Oxygen enriched bodies clinging
to their organic natural plans
Irony of deceased Paleozoic
remnants obeying the pharaoh’s hand
Creeping death comes in the
angel’s overcoat to delta land
Louisiana’s deep-well blood
coming back to dinner in a vampire’s invitation into our homes
Mix their virus into our
veins in an exchange for the liquid
Suck it up, family boats
spray benzene dispersants to estrange
Feelings of a subculture of
Boudreaux sons dying
Like one hundred years of
solitude later Native American social suicide crying
In the arms of an Earth’s
genocide, that the shrimp have now joined the buffalo
To be farm raised in
designated areas as a novelty dish, Prince William’s Sound knows
From plankton into fish eggs
maturing into mutated consumptions
From herons and pelicans
nesting and regurgitating these carcinogenic capsule productions
Into the open mouths of their
young, we are feasting on the buffet of being and
Participating in the practice
of being ignored and praying for mercy by pleading
Corporate and governmental
responsibilities participating in the duality
Mutual assurance inside an
industry to facilitate self monitoring causalities
To avoid catastrophes told by
Mike Williams facing death in the singed eye sockets
Fire doors failed and leaping
ten stories down into a bath of mucked profits
Praying his body is not lit a
fire at any moment
His children can not attend
an incinerated father’s funeral to mourn him
Because all the life boats
have evacuated in crazed haste, chaos is churning
Out in the Gulf’s waves, hell
is riding the winds of these midnights counting down
In the silence of nature Man
and earth at war is the only sound
Business Ethics 101 like a
punch line for every professor from Tulane to Oxford
Of what rubberized particles
in the mud coming up means in the short versus long runs for profits
The drill shaft was not
centered, is not that always man’s problem?
Trying to ram in too fast without
proper lubrication or solvents
Damn near at the ready, prior
planning for foreseeable externalities aren’t worth the pennies
Or pounds to the
stockholders, earnings per share and weather forecasts just got much worse
Rubber gaskets to tear and blowout
preventers, annular chunks now missing, the pod has lost function, and this
could never happen just exploded in the production of an assumption
A million dollars a day or a
billion eggs not laid, trade offs and send offs
August Fourth static kill,
oil is capped and who pays the bills?
Valdez clean up workers still got neurological buzz kills
1989, 2010 stand up and take
a look around again, take warning, freeze up coming
Black swan event, no,
feathers are white just drenched in the sludge of man’s oversight
Eddie Vedder at Jazz Fest
sending management’s kids on a beach vacation with Palmolive mops
Transocean suicide in the night
and the jury is still out and Boudreaux has gone Blanco
Right out, Katrina has a
sequel in the bowels of Plaquemines, eyes are burning and a culture thought all
they needed was Federal flood insurance and an Army Core levee, don’t sell me
Are we still not Americans?
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