Hello, hello, hello
Runaway thoughts
Caught in a web
Like dewdrops
Glistening for a while

A flannel
is cool on the face

A flannel
Can mop up spilt milk

A flannel
A bathroom essential

If I had a flannel
for every sad day

I could open
a flannel shop

poisoned seas
hillsides with welts where once stood trees

parched grasslands
streams encased in concrete

i feed my pampered pets
on ground up factory farmed meat

oil oozes from dark bruises
we drill to fuel our runaway machines

the life that once fecund swarmed
now flaccid, sparse, and malformed

going...
going...

gone