8.5 Wheel Turning

WHEEL TURNING

by Eric Chaet

You think you know what everything means
& you think you’re stealing the color red from me—
but while you were being honored by your crystal family,
I was out walking in the galaxy.

There’s a wheel turning, you know nothing about—
round & round it’s turning, west, north, east, & south—
& just when you think you’ve won, for sure, without any doubt,
hey! it’s passing you by like a hawk in the sky
& bringing the color red home to me.

You’re calling it victory ’cause you’re surrounded by moons,
but you paid them a piece of your mind
for which there is no substitute.
Okay, now you’re wealthy, what a lot you have to hold—
how many units? what weight? what shape?
hot? shared? or cold?

There’s a wheel turning, you know nothing about—
round & round it’s turning, west, north, east, & south—
& just when you think you’ve won, for sure, without any doubt,
hey! it’s passing you by like a hawk in the sky
& bringing the color red home to me.

You’re so glad the great are down—it’s what you always hoped.
They made you uncomfortable—you prayed that they would choke.
Now you phone the office, to see who’s called for you—
but you get a recording you don’t understand,
concerning a matter you thought well in hand.

There’s a wheel turning, you know nothing about—
round & round it’s turning, west, north, east, & south—
& just when you think you’ve won, for sure, without any doubt,
hey! it’s passing you by like a hawk in the sky
& bringing the color red home to me.

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Picture: Van Gogh