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Sunday, May 23, 2010

Centrifugal Force [Today's News Poem, May 23, 2010]

Centrifugal Force [Today's News Poem, May 23, 2010]

Whose excess of faith is intact?
Whose coffee in paper is cupped
In fists that can cradle a fact
And comfort and never erupt

With more than a protest. We sip
And gushers of plenty fulfill
Demands on the harnessed. We grip
The planet so tightly we spill

Some drops in to space—where it's gas
That dissipates—following prayers
From earlier eras and pass
Away from our grip. And our heirs

Already are losing their bond
With ancestors flying away—
I'm drifting to edges beyond
The limits. I'm watching them spray

The surface of earth. They ignite
The clouds and the birds all collapse.
The oceans are burning new light
Like stars or the sun or perhaps

Like embers of paper in heaps
They lit with our excrement, books.
And farther we drift as they reap—
I think— the whole orb. There it cooks.

“Saying BP has "from day one, frankly not fulfilled the mission it was supposed to fulfill," Interior Secretary Ken Salazar expressed frustration Sunday with the delay in stopping an underwater oil gusher 33 days after an oil rig exploded and sank in the Gulf of Mexico.
"I have no question that BP is throwing everything at the problem," Salazar said. "Do I have confidence that they know exactly what they're doing? No."
But he and other federal officials likened the task to an "Apollo 13" mission.”
– CNN Wire Staff, CNN, May 23, 2010 -- Updated 1933 GMT (0333 HKT)

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Guidance System by @LordBeelzebub [Twitter Found Poem, May 23, 2010]

Guidance System by @LordBeelzebub [Twitter Found Poem, May 23, 2010]

ridin a skateboard on the freeway
On my way back from the forest.
an old volvo driving 95 flies past me.
Car next to me swerving.
I see she is texting
her @LordBeelzebub .

On the highway headin to cleveland
We are all lost.
some seek guidance
from a missile.
Others look for Jesus.
I'm looking for the money tree.

Car next to me gives me
AN ugly look. is the look I have on my face
the look of AN angry face?
I thought I had a common-sense-laden, ugly face.

@LordBeelzebub texts her back.
she gives me AN *evil smile*
she *pulls out pistol & shoots*
at my ugly face.
She swerves into me.
i'm bleeding to death.
she takes so long to kill me
before she takes my map...
my skateboard...
my face...
she is going to get her soul
recharged by the money tree.
I won't Die in the hospital.
I Die On the highway.

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