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Crank

“This is what happens

when anybody thinks

they can do

anything,” the teacher

says.  And I think 

of

wars,

revolution,

movements - of

nobody

being able 

to do

anything, but for 

the deigning

few, those roses

in the riff raff, the calculating - 

not those cranks, the coronated - 

not those cranks.  Well I think

that’s a pretty good way

to do absolutely nothin’, Jack, 

and an even better 

way 

to blame those

who would do anything, 

for that.


-----


With ordinary madness,

and ordinary sadness,

we watch the sun

crank its way

into the sky,

only to leave

us, befallen in

darkened rooms,

wondering where

our childhoods

went. Our children - 

like steeples passing

outside a train window - 

remind us: past the ordinary

rubble and junk, exploding parts,

littered 


                                                            and left about 


               amongst 


                                             the divine


                              odinari-


                                                                                          ness 


                                                                           of our lives


-----


Ah, the machinery

of consciousness - broken,

backsliding, beat lever and crank


flow, the way a landscape and moment and day

carry the water for the self:


a seizing, creaking thing.  Ah, the plumes 

of ordinary 

silent 

discontent

and manufactured malfeasance

               by the people, then 

the clean air

of outrage

               for the people - the entire

erroneous 

elite


                              (of the people)


going up in smoke.

 




Posted 04/17/21
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