Cool change is imminent

There is an ocean breeze turning into cool steam
A fog longing to form on this land
On that land
And not much light for a long while
Triggering the poet in us all,
Here contemplating the 100th gray day in a row
In a row over what to grab before running for our lives
Or in rowboat and oars on oasis
Moving nowhere in sand
Or in the front row waiting for the chopper lift
To take you away to a safer place
That place which has long disappeared,
Existing only in the mind.

Some mindscapes are minefields,
Moonscapes of pockmarked homeland
Or homeland dotted with crash-landed crows, or tire scraps on a Federal road
Landmines blown, minds blown, defused, unused munitions, unused cognitions
Carpet bombed in the rug remnants section of carpet store
Cowering under particle board table
Hoping it will hold
Under a card house fold
A society built on a fault line between greed and need
And homes owning the homeowners
And lawnmowers mowing the mowers of the White House lawn
The same place where a hundred years from now
In a backlash of nanobots and gray digital ooze
Will coat the earth like a viscous fog
Like a mutant Christmas log,
Melting at high noon, Christmas Eve in Juneau
Alaska
Allah, Allah, Alaska!!!
The surplus polar bear rug outlets
Have slashed their prices again
Because everyone is selling theirs
To buy air conditioners
Oh, could it be the end of all our fun
It was in fact a good run
But now undone
Overrun
By
Us
.