From here, there's but only progress
Always breathe from the belly
But nonetheless always always progress
and yes, make that one request.
i will think of the words 'onward forward'
until the sounds are senseless. synthetic paralysis
of my own damned doing. dear lord, i confess
i neglect such progress. naked in the glades,
snoring under a store's stoop, 'onward forward'
conquest!
Imperial eye bashed in the barbarian brains
Bring them christ!
Off with their heads, possess the chess board's squares
And press time and space into
Greenwich, International, imaginary lines
Expressed with paper: Treaties and treasures!
Dance without knowing the planetary steps,
The source of our food, the atoms under skin
holy are we!
slowly, nonetheless, the earth,
whose life like the groundhog was left on repeat,
by your hand, digested the savage mammoth ; savage polar bear soon
though protests its own self with progress,
sparing the stable soil always always molesting molecules for higher order
normal natural in the span of a hundred mya
maybe we can make a deal invest to get the best
spare us
Aware of each new expression coming on,
My mother professed this progress
To be holy and spared
so I, too, may be holy and spared
Gave such great care for those first few years
Yearning to forget that glass of wine before bedtime
A qualm with the patriarch ending in damned distress
Thoughts of what it was all for
Yearning even more to undress these demons
More or less progress was the deep sea
Not impressed, For good nutrition and convincing company,
She attested, "Go live your own damned life!"
Onward!
Forward, where to go from here?
An evening prayer would not leave me spared
i was never holy only hungry
christ was drinking grape juice and eating bread
progress surpassed by the angle of the sun
and how it infests that particular time of day
yes, eighty more years here as a guest
with the finesse of a flat line
in the breeze at shore under florescent lights
gliding through the glades and
ushering the underside of store stoops
savage!
