its 3a.m.on Wednesday
and my blog is born
a tiny faint electro texted
pixel lifeless form
a bleep upon the darkened heap
a first flap butterfly s wing
a public information site
a narcissistic ting
the empty boat sets off from shore
with song and sail unfurled
a puff of self promotion for
a clamorous glamorous world.
a world of shrinking forests,
a world of swelling seas,
failing banks and dying bees.
advancing sands on falling trees.
people stop to stare and glare
but less to stop to think
water water everywhere
but not a drop to drink.
dean
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