My cucumber needed hydrocarbon
So, I thought to pee in my garden
Thought my cucumber would grow
But what did I know...
My cucumber began to harden
My tomatoes were as hard as a rock, true
But I noticed they turned a dark blue
When my pee hit their stems
It ruined my gems
Instead of peeing, I should have went poo- eww!
Hydrocarbon we burn
Forming the see-o-two
Along with aitch-two-o
That then produces rain
Pollution equation
What are we going to do
With all this evil brew
Crazy situation
A lot of sweat gives us pain.
The forest is likely to rain.
Tropical roundwood hugged in stain.
Fossil hydrocarbon and its contain.
People reject geological abstain.
In small patches, dioramas are aware.
Often, in the remote, we felt the stare.
Small-thicket Cantigi snare.
Small-scale landholders blare.
Gave us a nightmare!
The bing bang motor of a zoom car in motion is a crusted carcass frame. But ridden is getting quite giddy at altitudes over seventeen hundred feet. No air.Thin air. Must don a hydrocarbon mask then. Peel not a custard colour of skirt as it can reveal molten lava which is speckles and heckles even the most benign wagon or carriage on a multi-lingual highway south. Ooh southern climes. That is preferred to a goblet of resin. Which was playing on high volume to a field of goats and bugs . But a right angle of a deviant is not that clever when dressed in a dinner jacket, a morning suit or a crisp white blouse. Inheriting rabbit fodder from basin balsamic jam? No no no. Good to add fruit fusion and belch. Misted murky making marvellous magnification. And a giant eel climbing. How quite playful. Great. Xxxxx. Intercontinental z
Carbon, deep, deep black in one form
Refracting light in another
Symbols of energy and wealth
Yet, still the same carbon on the inside
Three handed creature
Grasping hydrogen atoms, oxygen and themselves
Forming the hydrocarbon chains of food stuffs
Filling our bodies with the stuff of energy
Powering the mighty engine that never stops till life's last breath
Feeding through the inner pulsing red rivers the oxygen
Absorbed from the ocean of air surrounding us all
To keep alive the organs
The inside of every human being
Identical, indistinct.....one human from another
Until coated in a skin
Available in a variety of colors
From white to red to yellow to black and all shades between
And now we see a difference, where there is no difference.
ALAS!
Justified Homicide
While words roll on and cameras turn
The sea beats the "saviours" and the fires burn
Within the depths of the watery grave
Of men not old, not young, not brave.
Just normal men who had a life
A child or two, a home, a wife.
No super powers did they possess
To live this way - before this mess.
Remember too, this is not the first!
Nor the last while there are those who thirst
For power, for profit, and social aplomb
From their share in extracting hydrocarbon!!!!!!
15 July 1988
They will make
glass cells
filled with small
bugs that
believe in tiny universes.
They will
harvest the hydrocarbon
gasses bugs
spawn from the sunlight
to heat their coffee cups.
carbon has two allotropes
one is graphite-one is diamond
you are one-you are diamond
shines for me shines by me
having you is a miracle
we are known by the names that are multiple
you and I are bonded by the bond that is triple
I am tetravalent, shows many charasteristics
but only attracted by hydrogens, that is you
sometimes, some heteroatoms disturb us
as I am strong, only bonded by you
our love story will be known for generation
I the carbon you the hydrogen thus forming hydrocarbon
Blinking lights,
Grey faces
worn down by
an endless chain
of encounters with machines
Social life becomes
a checkerboard
of electrical impulses
and responses
Happiness has always
been elusive
But do we really think
that we can
cause it to turn on and
off like qa lightbulb
Poe talked of science
stealing his "summer dream"
We know his point
"In Spades"
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