Guest poet: Cacao

Gears Of Time

“Each spring the chrysanthemum’s astringent

fragrance comes revealing the hidden mechanism

of machine within machine within machine.”

                                                    Wallace Stevens

Grew up in Midwestern thresher basic morality

meat and potatoes, corn on the cob, fireworks

on the Fourth of July…came out confused,

looking for something real.

No one expected the First World War, but once

it started, it didn’t end ’til it was over. The basic

mechanism wasn’t dismantled, so twenty years

later, it was back in gear and, once again, war 

didn’t end until it was finished. No one learned?

When you get on the wrong bus, every stop is

the wrong stop.

Ozymandias, The Bridge of San Luis Rey, 1984

all hint that we are enmeshed in a process that

has its Rube Goldberg aspects; many tears and

much flapdoodle signifying the tell of emptiness,

yet unavoidable, unless, somehow beyond time

and space, which is hard to find 

in the marketplace….

…all supreme fiction of mind.

It’s time to unwind.