fracking...

earth groans
under the weight

of our collective
individual

self-loathing

she reeks

of our sadness;

people who love

themselves

do not steal beauty

at any cost

they create beauty

for no reason;

there are no more

frontiers to plunder

out of keen

willful boredom;

there are no more

virgin places to

simply lay waste

but there are

so many lonely

mysterious

abandoned lands

the has-been

once beautiful

now are wrecked

unloved wildernesses

billowing out

beneath the dress

of petulant, childish

bored and hasty

advancing/there are

neglected worlds

fomenting inside

guts, hearts

minds and souls

pick one, anyone/

everyone, pick ten

or twenty, really

really love the
unlovable self

and begin to know

precicely what

true discovery and

real adventure are...

lucy meskill