4.12 / December 2009


When I first discovered
The Great Pacific Garbage Patch,

Twice the size of Texas
And currently on the move

I thought, “Star Trek, Star Date 4202.9”
As the Doomsday Machine

Ate every planet in sight
And it blew my mind!

How do we dispose
Of so much shit

That it is now mutating at horse latitude,
Migrating tenfold every ten years?

Tofu tubs trapped
In tropical gyres,

Bottle caps
Choking the birds.

Nurdles in the food chain,
Mermaid tears

Eaten by plankton,
Eaten by fish,

Eaten by our voracity
Passed on by our lust.