Icebergs

1
Hello at the margins.
Hello Inuit suntan.
That feels very dense to me, water.
Grilling heat, goon of history.
The ceiling fills with ice
But falls as rain.
Oil is the new old gold; again.

2
My legs ache
With the memory of beer
This time last night.
Altocirrus when I close my eyes.
In October it’s still too hot
For a comforter.

3
Man has changed the world.
Russia owns the Arctic,
All the new shipping routes.
I sign up for art
But all I make is war.