The price of crude

If I weren't working in the dark
life wouldn't be half so interesting;
I'd have to study the barrel cost
of light sweet crude resentment
as if there were an algorithm,
like testing proven reserves,
instead of frolic in a mysterium.

I see the red air tremble when
epithelials are feeding roses;
nothing is more irreducible
than anger poured upon our wake
and if it ever were to run out
how would we gin up wars
and molest the child within?