Saturday, March 23, 2019

The Crawl of Progress

Adrenochrome is so hashtag yawn
And vril bubbles up from the underground
Only to go the way of the suicide squeeze and the 4am memo.
I see an Anonymous mask
Like Melpomene and Thalia
On the back window of an SUV.

Information drops at the same rate
Vibration rises: what we can bear,
And someday we'll say "It's about time"
When they close the cloning centers down,
And we'll put up memorials to the millions killed on Mars,

Even though the factories will never stop
Converting hard-earned truth to rhyming lies
And keeping everything that matters away
As if it was a rabid bear.

But we can ascend with "Welcome to the Jungle"
As readily as with Brahms,
And learn as much from the snickerings of families painted gold
As from the thought forms of blue kachina birds.

Most can only take so much, though,
Before they disappear to wake the sleeping
And never come back.
That's the problem with a world
That enslaves everyone but you.