{"id":2011,"date":"2013-02-06T23:20:07","date_gmt":"2013-02-06T23:20:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=2011"},"modified":"2013-02-08T06:20:50","modified_gmt":"2013-02-08T06:20:50","slug":"mark-mizrahi","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/mark-mizrahi\/","title":{"rendered":"Mark Mizrahi"},"content":{"rendered":"

Santa Ana Runs Through it.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I am the broken pieces
\nof a vase that holds no flowers.
\nThe confetti, fallen, like victims to the floor
\nlong long after the party is done.
\nI am the whirling mass, the gnarled parts, the cranking, creaking, cracking mass of a factory that is churning no more while the empty halls ring hollow,
\nasking: \u201cwhere, where did she go?\u201d
\nTo the coast on a fault-line, an earthquake just rolling
\nthrough the peaks and valley of an old time okie\u2019s
\nCal-I-For-Ni-eA.
\nleaving only destruction and devastation in her wake.
\nWatch out for the rumble, duck and cover,
\nbecause right about now chicken little is coming,
\na fairy tale Paul Reverie with the warning: the sky is not done falling.
\nSo what, you think, let the sky tear
\nlet it come calling
\nthen judgement will arrive to solve this
\nlittle mess we call appalling.
\nAnd the rebel remains, those still crawling in the rubble, can be the pall bearers for all the other
\nnice little stories those other fools followed.
\nI\u2019ll follow her anyway, just to glimpse her sordid belly, under which rests the forgotten and the helpless
\nwho claim: God is a monster, No, God is a blessing,
\nNo; God is a cracker that went stale before morning.
\nShe can wrap me in her arms, tell me lies, lead me on.
\nShe can give me all I want, with the slightest touch of her tongue
\nspeaks so smoothly, making promises and inciting
\na wild fireworks display
\nlike freedom parades I\u2019ll never make.
\nAnd once its all broken, left to drift into the sea,
\nwhen the sickness in my belly is replaced with salted tears,
\nthen I\u2019ll recall how exactly it was that we got here:
\nby a careless toss into the air, the fingers slipping grabbing only the flowers flying everywhere, the crash, the crash
\nthe crash my dear,
\nof your favorite vase against the floor
\nyou hear
\nThe quiet sobs of a hundred-thousand souls
\nAnd see the pieces on the floor
\nthat the king will never put back together again.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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