The Progress of Later: Collected Poems
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I sometimes wonder if Red Cloud
when outflanked along the Powder River
by bluecoats, miners, sodbusters and bureaucrats;
or when retired to the Pine Ridge Agency
to be cowed into a quiet capitulation
to the Palefaces inexorable civilization
John Thomas James
John Thomas James was born in 1970 in Hartford, Connecticut. A published poet for 25 years, his work has appeared in publications such as The Iconoclast, South Ash Press, and Insomnia and Poetry. A collection of poems entitled The Progress of Later was published by Xlibris Press in 2011. He currently resides in the Nutmeg State with two cats named Sammy and Charlie.
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The Progress of Later - John Thomas James
Copyright © 2012 by John Thomas James.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2011962754
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-4691-3769-8
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CONTENTS
RED CLOUD
TIME CUSHIONS
ALTAR OF NEEDLESS WORRY
FIRST SNOW OF THE SEASON
THE LONG VIEW
DOG BITE
PILOT LIGHT
PULLED AGAINST MY NATURE
BLUE SNOW
THE VIOLIN
FROG HOLLOW
SWEEPINGS
FOXGLOVE
AMISH ENVY
STARTING OVER POEM
PEOPLE’S FOREST
THE PIOUS EJACULATIONS
MAKE PEACE
THE GLAND
DAYBREAK SKETCH ARTIST
BLINDERS
THE MARRIAGE THAT NEVER HAPPENED
IN DEFIANCE OF THE HEART
THE TROUBLE WITH STAYING ALIVE
TOPS OF TREES
THE ABYSS
WALKING POEM
THE BLAMELESS
TRYST
THE SOURPUSS GYMNAST
TRAPS OF SPIDER SILK
THE POET AS CONVENTIONAL CUSTODIAN
WHITE WALL
BUTTERFLIES
CENTRALITY
I, CATALYST
POEM FOR THE UNKNOWN CHINESE MINER
THANKSGIVING
ELEPHANT EXHIBITIONISTS
ENDANGERED SPECIES
THE LAST CONSPIRATOR
THE PHONE BOOTH
AFTERTHOUGHTS
FINDING TIME
THE DISHES
AMY, ACROSS THE EXPANSE OF AGES
AWASH
AFTER THE CRUCIFIXION
THE MARRIAGE THAT NEVER HAPPENED (THIRD VERSION)
DIVINE ESTUARY
EDISON’S ELECTROCUTIONS
ANOTHER DAY OF NOTHING AGAIN
A MAN OF NO EXPERIENCE
THE EVA MANIFESTO
BLUEBERRY PIE
IDENTIFICATION
BANKER’S HOURS
BEHIND THE GATES OF DREAMLAND
UNEMPLOYED
GRAINS OF PARADISE
BODY BETRAYALS
I NEVER KNEW A POEM
EVA, ACROSS THE EXPANSE OF AGES
RED CLOUD
I sometimes wonder if Red Cloud
when outflanked along the Powder River
by bluecoats, miners, sodbusters and bureaucrats;
or when retired to the Pine Ridge Agency
to be cowed into a quiet capitulation
to the Paleface’s inexorable civilization—
reconciled to the compromised role of politician
for his nation subjugated into extinction—
I wonder if he, in some introspective hour
when the Great Spirit flashed from firewater
and upstart braves affronted his honor,
dreamed up nightmarish arms of annihilation
to eradicate the range of lily-white culture
to restore the hallowed rites of warrior-hood
to the Oglala nation and their brethren.
Weapons to derail the Iron Horse
from the saber tracks slicing up his prairie.
Weapons to counteract the Gatling Gun,
bayonet rifle, cannonball barrage.
Weapons to bring the buffalo back
in herds of plenty for vast hunting parties.
Weapons to halt the hordes of settlers
streaming in by train, mount and covered wagon.
And when that idealized arrowhead
(tank? B-52? neutron bomb?)
failed to avenge the Sand Creek Massacre,
or even to spring him from Indian Territory,
I wonder how Red Cloud swallowed his rage
when parleying with ruthless Tecumseh Sherman
who wiped his ass with the tissue of treaties;
or when he confronted Reverend Samuel Hinman—
merciless in his murderous, racist righteousness;
or when Great Father Grant in Washington City
unleashed the monolithic machinations of administration
upon a proud people for whom assimilation
would still be a struggle in the 20th century.
Then, on his deathbed, did this weapon
accompany his ascension into the spirit realm
where he danced with the dead of Wounded Knee
and reveled in glories long lost to posterity;
echoing the war whoops of the Reno Creek Ambush
of Crazy Horse and Man-Afraid-Of-His-Horses?
What imprint of peace awaited this warrior chief
who settled every skirmish but forfeit his stronghold?
Who could not do battle with unfathomed progress
even with a will mightier than the armaments
arrayed against him in ignominious eclipse.
TIME CUSHIONS
Forever counting on my digits,
touching fingertip to fingertip
while muttering sequential numerals
beneath my wheezy breath;
forever calculating with a slide rule,
or knocking beads on an abacus,
or turning upside down some hourglass
visualized as a point of reference
whenever I loose track of the continuum;
forever dreading the waking dawn
after sacking out in the hammock—
slumbering away my sabbatical
with perturbations so laden
under the concrete weight of calculation
that my head becomes embedded
inside a pleated feather pillow;
forever fixating on the forked hands
of my wound-up cuckoo clock
to synchronize my internal chronometer;
forever endeavoring, but seldom straying
into the purgatorial realm of unconsciousness—
not while these correlated computations
are relentlessly relayed as reminders
of a lifetime consumed with inertia.
I’m enmeshed inside a time cushion
tangled between compulsory occurrences
which exact my concentration,
necessitate my action,
and those miraculously inexact,
unforeseen instances
off the clock,
unencumbered by my deliberation
that pass like a summer downpour
swifter than a span of seconds.
ALTAR OF
NEEDLESS WORRY
Because there isn’t a compass
to delineate the precise direction
of a final, definitive destination
of a prayer from this plane,
I’ll invoke an ancient rite
reserved for the wounded of heart
and erect an elaborate altar
on which to pile up high
the desiccated leavings of anguish.
And there I shall pile skyward
on the mount of his pyramid eye
all of the refuse and rubble
of a dour and demure dream life;
all the contemplative days and nights
sitting beside a disconnected telephone
awaiting