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Wednesday, April 21, 2010

My Ecstasy [News Poem, April 21, 2010]

My Ecstasy [News Poem, April 21, 2010]

“... some green movement momentum has been lost, Earth Day supporters agree. But they welcome the debates the day brings... Critics long have accused its organizers of being anti-business or anti-growth. The Washington Post last year characterized the day a “global guilt-fest.””
– MATT CAMPBELL, The Kansas City Star, Wed, Apr. 21, 2010 10:36 PM

“Oil fell toward $83 after soaring U.S. inventories signaled demand in the world's top energy user is lagging the recovery in the global economy.”
– Alejandro Barbajosa, Thu Apr 22, 2010 12:00am EDT

I'll pump 'til my ecstasy ruptures your mantle
And bathes me in puddles of fossilized corpses.
I'll sway in the lamplight as evening approaches
Observing the towers—all empty, yet shining.
I'll dance between raindrops and autos that pass me
And tingle when neon advises a stripper.

My ecstasy poisons the lightbulbs and hookers.
I stumble—a jackass—beneath a coal shadow.
The alley absorbs the low echo of motors.
The moonlight's too distant to rescue this drowner
Awash in an ocean of fossilized corpses—
I'll pump 'till my ecstasy ruptures our mantle.

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Obsidian Eagle (ItzQuauhtli) said...

Nice how each line from the second stanza retraces the same steps as those from the first in reflective correspondence. Well done!

Onyx Supersonics said...

Drill baby drill
I can hear them now
Drill baby drill
They want swords, not ploughs
Drill baby drill
'Til home come the cows
Drill baby drill
All that hell allows

Drill baby drill
As far as eyes can see
Drill baby drill
The derricks make their plea
Drill baby drill
To Ray Irani's glee
Drill baby drill
So that we're never free

This Guy said...