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PREMIUM UNLEADED
Pumping the tank with petrol,
My mind strays from traffic noise,
immersed in volatile fumes.
I hear the rustling ancient forest,
the spiny tail of a colossal lizard
sweeping past primeval cycads and ferns.
feathered reptiles swoop over canopies,
Trilobites scurrying below
The precious fluid gushes through the bowser
taking only minutes to fill my car
yet, millions of years to form,
A remnant of Triassic and Jurassic decay.
The raw impulse to possess,
siphoning crude, sucking the earth dry
driving man to war in the Middle East
Shall we mount our bikes or even walk?
Let the Stegosaurus and Triceratops Rest in Peace
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Permalink Reply by Thomas Kotsonis on
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Hey Corey, thanks mate! Yep, you're right, our Triassic friends do not get enough credit :-)
Appreciate the feedback
TK
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Hey, cheers Catherine! Appreciate your comments. I'm sure the great Australian novel will come soon enough.I am a bit of a dreamer at the bowser and tend to drift off ... Too high on the fumes maybe?
TK
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