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love is an oil spill waiting to happen
by Frankie SanchezI filled you with light
to the end from the start
and in return you BP'd my heart.
Ha! I'm gushin'
with no way to deal with the repercussions.
My love was a resource, you wanted a swig
and in the end your love was a oil rig.
Enough said.
06/25/2010 Author's Note: watercolors & oils rigs.
Posted on 06/25/2010
Copyright © 2025 Frankie Sanchez
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 06/25/10 at 09:13 PM Maybe the heat is getting to me but I can see both good and bad stand points in this and I like it. I relate to it. I adore your play and poke on the current events. Damn the man! Save the empire! |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 06/26/10 at 01:51 AM for some reason this made me laugh. i don't know why, and i'm pretty sure it wasn't supposed to, maybe it's just so damn depressing i just didn't know what else to do. |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 06/26/10 at 05:17 PM Oh man! I just love this. I am so fricking depressed by that blight and you take it and make a touching and searing poem of it. May you find one who fills YOU with light from start to finish. Thanks for this macro-micro masterpiece. |
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