How It Is (in the Gulf)

Some things the heart has no time for…and so it stops…and so it breaks

ABC News lies lies and tells more what else is new I say it as I hear it murmured in the oil.  John Caylor has breathing difficulty breathing and is moving will be moving to the Beltway from Pensacola where he can breathe where he can sigh and call out like he sees it murmured in the mud murmuring Wayne Madsen.

Charlie Crist may declare a state emergency state as benzene wafts then crawls then muddles then chokes the murmuring in the mud murmuring in the oil I say it like I hear it while the brown pelicans dance no they dance not no they’re dark with oil hold their wings up high to ooze back into mud to drop down from high to soar to fish to float to die in heaving globs of tar I say it like I see it.

Obama lies lies and tells more what else is new he says it like he means it and it murmurs in the oil first one drop then two then a bubble then a blast he means it like he says it as it murmurs in the mud. 

Giant clouds of gas and crude more death from deep from the devil from the past bubbles up rushes fast can’t stop won’t stop bore sinks sinks deep such pressure such crude such heat such madness I boil it like my water and cool it with my rage.

A million times I said or more I said don’t drill here don’t drill there but drill they did and had children too children to play grow up and play in benzene, tuolene and tar to murmur and to sigh play grow up and sigh no one grows up but dies and murmurs only a while.

Sinking just like lizards sinking in the pits in La Brea in the desert in the heat murmuring and crawling crawling and pretending escaping and pretending no escape from gooey indolence automatons in silent movement slowing sinking sinking crawling then one drop then two then bubble then gone beneath murmur in the oil.

Break and smash them break and smash them all first one dies then another then one buys and hides buys and hides misdeeds of one misdeeds of one hidden by all hidden by oil first one drop then two then a bubble then a blast they mean it like he says it but they say it to the mud.

 Mud people no more.

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