Greasy When Wet

Some poetic thoughts bubble to the top of your deep waters. There they congregate, bobbing up and down forming slicks, oily smears that linger only to accuse you later when you return to them. There is a detergent for cleaning them up it comes in a small spray can labeled 'revise, edit, or delete.' Fore heaven's sake don't let them burst and spill over the pristine innocence of a page. Many whopping environmental disasters begin with a wee smudge.