The Sinking Boat of Evolution

Living dangerously, 

I left my house with no glasses, 

no umbrella. 

I also forgot my straw hat, 

no purple dye for my gray hair, 

my map of the world to come, 

my fluorescent shoelaces, 

no money, no credit, 

and when I got back 

there was no house either, 

no tent, no tank in the driveway, 

no army for the recovery 

of the sunken boat of evolution 

from the swamp of the future 

that lay before me 

on the brightening path 

without toothpaste 

or floss 

or roast beef 

or toast.