Thirst for oil in the 1930s transformed much of Los Angeles into a patchwork of ugly drill sites

Trouble Reading

I have trouble reading what I wrote.


There it is again!
My little canal.
Where you been lately?


“Sleep, Dad. Get it when you can.”


I double take when a driverless car goes by.
Those little artificial brains
have trouble
keeping up
with reportage
of road hazards.

Why should we have trouble accepting
robot cars?
Robots already
run the country.
I didn’t say well.

Don’t let electric cars gaslight you.


Some people are human.


Don’t tell me what you really think.


The Saudis get it while they can
before the oil runs out
and the desert takes over

we all know what happens
when the oasis runs dry


To the Prez:
We’re cutting out
the middle man.
Bye bye.


Gotta Go
down the hall
and to the right
through the door
and close it tight


Life is not a movie

Our liquid future runs downhill
unless we
pump it up


Hitler didn’t last forever


Thanks for having me.

Thanks for being had.

Thirst for oil in the 1930s transformed much of Los Angeles into a patchwork of ugly drill sites
Thirst for oil in the 1930s transformed much of Los Angeles into a patchwork of ugly drill sites. In tony places like Venice Beach, West Hollywood, Marina del Rey, and even Beverly Hills, these oil wells continued to operate through the 1970s, and a few kept pumping until 2016.


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