There were two men talking about the end of society

one man said

“our civilization, today, is like a scorpion, it’s only response to adversity is to sting”

A baby coo’d to his mother

We are meant to love

in the beauty of relationship

to experience ourselves

all else is distraction

-nothing else

do you pay attention

answer that question

either distraction or fulfillment

do you pay attention

while you build the building

and develop the cure

and micro the wave

and tiny the chip

come back to yourself

you have strayed

ambition

for good

or evil

is still a departure

no matter how great

or depraved

a building

or a killing

is still a departure

and ohh how we have striven

to attain

and punish

reaching out and forgetting ourselves

until again

in the shadow

we remember

the shadow

and that’s if we’re lucky

and then our reward becomes

misery

and sometimes death

always pre-meditated

whether we know it or not

just look around at all the distraction

our quest for perfection

in line and form

so immature

the only difference

is that we do not wet our pants

(as much) today

strive and strive to be alive

and erect and protect

avoid the noose on the neck

look at all the distraction

call it progress

silly silly humans

silly silly

curing and caring and sharing

and building and willing

and milling about

with no doubt

I shout

“olllllly fucking hell”

from the top of my bottom

“ahghhh”

“FUCK” I say

in pure Glor-ay

pure gloray

but “fuck”

look around at all the distraction

I’m gonna hold  on that action

hold I say

hold