Sun suit mama and two golden head siblings,
Reinvented symbols, Helios, Venus, Piscean fish,
Tiamat lurking, driving the working man to his
Mama to her hair dresser for a clip while golden
Offspring well up on wisdom for the world to
Flood of knowledge dispensed by well-intentioned
Spinsters, modern crones emboldened by codone.
Rooms are wallpapered with photo-shopped forest
Scenes, sylvan themes soon to be replaced by
Endless concrete, every brand of convenience, an
Over-designed community fabricated to
Moreover, no leftover woods, cornbread,
Incentive to watch nature naturing or future
Except by neon underground malls and shelters.
Feel the plastic between the lines, plasticity
That matter more than the landscape they riot to
Replace, one mall by night-visited mall, one
people, despies and Lurking hand-out
homies, zomobots and oil drums,
Hand-carved villains made with flea-market
When the drought starts earth can only end in
Ice, sweat and tears, an onset of winter
Ever southward when the carousel of ocean flows
A standstill, repeating with every man-made
Mayan disaster calendar after another,
with a flaming Hot furious finale between
de-facto's and zombo's.
If you own a glass to raise,
Something in it may wiggle;
A toast to room you still have
But time you still donít.