Prog-Life

i was

supposed

to be

all agitated

about now

but now

not now,

now

i

actually

don't give a fuck

flying or otherwise

the best

of modern medicine

invested ingested

i can be real

and i can share

empirically clothed

as i am

it's not just

my mortal soul

that i bare

i entertain both the foul

and the fair

and mostly

being what it is

mostly

i just don’t care

casting uncultured pearls

before fake swine

wasting precious seconds

counting every sliver of time

i caught a fracture in this flux

and i found it wasn't mine

i thought i saw something

but it wasn’t really a sign

i wanna be scared

and i find

i am now bereft of fears

i wanna cry

yet i no longer

have

any tears -

none

i don’t know what or why or how

i’ve blown my fuckin cover now

and would you believe me

if i told you

that was all i really had

i don’t know who

or what or why or when

something -

proper fucked my zen

and as such

im torn between

the past

my now

and then

i’m clinging

to remnants

bits –

that are almost gone

itty bitty ex things

things i won’t remember

until i miss them

things i won’t know

that are gone

until

they are