#107 Is Another BP Spill

I’m creeping

Slowly thickening

And creeping

Into the cracks

Into the ridges

I’ll slowly cover everything I can

You’re weeping

You were painting your door

Then you spilled me

And you see me seeping

Into the ground

Onto the pavement

And making a permanent mark

There’s nothing keeping

Me held back

You were too slow

And now I can grow

This puddle of paint

Named me

Has a life of it’s own

But now you’re peeping

All around the garage

And you’ve found

Some paint thinner

And I’m worried

I might get thinned out

Washed out

Scrubbed from existence

Life is fleeting

One day in a can

Then on a brush

Once on the floor

Now all sopped up

Where to now?

Who knows

We’ll see what tomorrow brings