A Poem by R.G. Johnson

tangy with a hint of citrus and a pinch of dill



caved in coalminers painted peaceful green
biodiesel slobber on soul patch chins
gasoline rev preaches Prius from an Escalade
black fumes and oil plumes roll from upturned noses
lies pose naked on CNN

mouse potato wars won’t run on windmills
television sets don’t work without destruction
every switch flipped drips fuel onto the fire
and the flames rise higher, and the liars still burn

punk rock pictures of oil-slicked aquascapes
hi-jack ringtones west to east
but every light flicker takes a sip of liquid dinosaur
and every text message cuts a hole in Momma’s side

bio-hypocrisy surfs satellite waves
we are all slaves to the gods of combustion
even tie-dye saints revel in the fossil fry

android saviors

on shiny chrome crosses
bleed raw crude salvation

© 2010 R.G. Johnson

Author's Note

R.G. Johnson
I am not dead . . .only sleeping.

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Damn good piece.

Posted 6 Years Ago

We are all slaves, so true, even when we wish not to be, we are stuck in this way of life. I welcome a day without fossil fuel, a life lived in balance. A well written poem, I think I will turn off my computer for now and go outside.

Posted 8 Years Ago

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