assessed progress

the next step   Caravaggio cut up
Velasquez in the piano stool   intersects
the futurist's shape   shock
his severed head exists beyond brushstrokes
standing back it takes a different form
lust in the window   reduced amongst the mackerel
rolling down her stockings   rusting sirloin
her legs stretching out against the glass
revealing one of many moving orbs suspended
there is another planet   this is its sunlight
showing layers of dust over empty houses
growing cold   education is financed
by a weather beaten pocket   silk lined and frayed
feeling the pages fold it is the pen we watch