Coming 'round again, Part 2

5.

Rational thought did a lot 

for the situation,

But then they were hectored 

and cajoled into quitting. 

Just thoughts 

and a good direction, 

Just seeing 

Well, rolling up his sleeves 

he picked up the rake,

He felt at home,

Akilles dream of California 

was on the Wane,

 the Nature Lovers 

had no conception of an abstraction

 on which to hang their love

so it was no love 

and in vain, 

Crispin picked up his pen 

as they hadn’t seen the mountain.

It was his to climb, 

and NaMe.

He Read his poem, 

to the wind,

curled below, 

there had been a spirit 

named Gary and his friend Allen, 

and Ken who introduced them.

That old guy Jeffers 

was mad, he got it mostly wrong, but

beautifully wrong.

Seeing What? They play their

word games 

missing the beauty,

Here Crispin meant seeing 

any order


6.
creating a Hierarchy
somehow the idea was abandoned 
there was nothing else to Jack, 
no white man 
owned it, surely not me, 

or you 
or all of us-- finally 
was the only soul 
that there was to have 
the vultures 

eating ones heart out 
seemed so elementally violent, 
by now it was a selfish greedy affair,
Jack was surprised he felt 
no sympathy, 

required no payment
then, we all partake 
in this violence of being
if we see this rigor, 
this harsh, almost mean 

meaning base is the spirit 
Patti had allowing her the delivery,
to speak of Love 
was not a word 
Jack used much like, 

Light, 
just as hard to define 
and maybe too illusive, it was 
what meant, though maybe 
the stars held a similar fate 

7.
but, well
he had to get on,” it was nice 
to meet you,”
That Western place had inspired the JourneY, 
OnE 

of the troublesome words
but he had identified 
with the HerO 
especiallly the one 
with the Hero’s hat, or head or

He did want to say something here. 
The StorY 
held the parts together 
and continued 
to make these PartS

meaningful, 
not just decorating the space--
but each a piece 
of a larger puzzle.
we might never know 

what it meant, as NO 
MaN sHalL sEe thE ENd.
sounded pretty final.
what it meant 
was this search, 

would turn up 
not so much, a nugget here, 
or there but
man, Crispin here was 
the final thought, 

8.
On his death bed, 
well lucky for him 
the universe still twirled 
above 
and that seemed enough 

to-- that word was, “suffice” 
it would do to just be part 
of that somehow 
that chaos or grand whale 
of error and --

We'll, see just here again 

on the way to the temple,

steps
building oneself 
out and up into some, 

Ha! he exclaimed,
Lets make some music.

That’s what we need 

some pleasure 

in the abstraction

in that it changed 
made a start, 
we needed some rhythm, and
Well, a sad music, 

the saddest in the world,

         was very funny--
They just didn’t understand 
serious, thought AnGrY,
it had an element 

of WoRld WeaRiNesS.

Geez, John was gone 
and all he could worry about was where 
everything was, 
he didnt want to lose anything 
on the way out.