Tuesday, October 29, 2013

The Ocean Is Broken


We burst on that silent sea,
All dead and filled with debris:
As life’s sacrificed,
The deep rots: O Christ!
That ever this should be!

H/T: Samuel Tayor Coleridge 

Saturday, October 26, 2013

More Fuku Follies

Fuku Bookie

TEPCO, that outfit of clods,
Is going to be moving the rods;
So lay down your dough
On which day she’ll blow,
And ask for my updated odds.

Fukuwatch TV

Watching, with danger so undisguised
Would hardly need to be advertised:
If a dropped rod goes clank
And then the screen’s blank,
The end of the world might be televised.

The Profit

"...Tepco is under pressure to post a profit in the year to March 2014 under a turnaround plan Japan's top banks recently financed with $5.9 billion in new loans and refinancing...."

And somebody or other said, “Speak to us of Doom.
And he replied:

Doom is just one of those fads,
But profit is timeless. And lads:
Since profit is key,
Better not disagree,
Or I’ll kick you right square in the nads.

Fuku Homer

I’m moving the rods, don’t you know?
If I drop one, look out below;
Watch me lift the debris:
All these buttons—let’s see—
I think I’ll push this one. D’oh!

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Ode on SFP 4

I like to stay bundled up tight
In warm comforters at morning’s light,
But I must go online
To find out if it’s fine
Or it blew up during the night.

Sunday, October 20, 2013

Fukushima Follies

Fuel Rod Olympics

In this new event, the key
Is who moves the most debris;
The chance of mistake
Will keep us awake
Watching the ads on TV.

Paranoid Pete Sez

The engineers who were smart
Decided not take part:
They looked for a bit,
Then said, “Fuck all this shit—
It’s hopeless right from the start!”

Thursday, October 17, 2013

How I Became A Believer

Despite some careful dissections,
I couldn’t find cause for rejections,
And with so many forces
On hellbent doom courses,
I simply ran out of objections. 

Monday, October 14, 2013


We’re sitting here taking our ease,
And saying whatever we please;
Though we can’t change our fate,
We still like to relate:
We’re monkeys chattering in trees. 

Friday, October 11, 2013

Old Wine, New Bottle

Old wine LXXIII

With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead, 
And there of the Last Harvest sow'd the Seed:
And the first Morning of Creation wrote
What the Last Dawn of Reckoning shall read.

New bottle LXXIII

With the Big Bang, it first was decreed
How things from then on would proceed:
What flew when and where
Fixed fate then and there,
Like your take on these words you now read.

H/T: Omar Khayyam, of course

Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Tokyo 2020

It’s not too much risk to proclaim
Japan hosts the Olympic flame:
This ain’t no joke, yo,
If there’s no more Tokyo,
There’ll be no Olympic game. 

Saturday, October 5, 2013

Only Acceptance Remains

Studying nature explains
The uselessness of our campaigns;
When no fix is left,
We’re completely bereft,
And only acceptance remains.

Wednesday, October 2, 2013

Twelve Step Wisdom

Step 1

With doom info now obtainable,
Our powerlessness is explainable;
That’s why this is it:
We have to admit
Our lives have become unsustainable.

Bottoming Out

There’s a great deal to learn all about;
Until then, you’ll naturally doubt,
But the stuff that you spout
Will become more devout
After you’ve bottomed out.

Bottoming out often clears
The ear canal through which one hears:
Doom, once it’s gotten
Makes folks move the cotton
To their mouths, from out of their ears. 

H/T: Mike k @ NBL