The squeegee operator
At the traffic lights
Controls the vertical, controls
The horizontal in the twilight
Zone more so than the workers
Going home, bringing it on home,
Bringing it on home with a grin
Or a grimace, a nonchalance or
Spittle in your face, whatever
Way you want it to be, it is time
For a change in the arrangement
Of the dirt clogging up the system,
The pollute that will fall down cracks,
The oily smear that will make tracks
When precious internal water is pushed
On to windscreens screening driver
Force from any real contact of course of
Action at traffic lights of a night, a
Day, or in the in-between way, sow
Pregnant, bakers dozing away, wallow
Stance in pollutants sure to play on very
Next day so that all can be slaving away:
The squeeze is external & eternal.
Author notes
1: “The Twilight Zone”.
2: The word “system” derives from the word for “arrangement”, as if a system were the dynamic of an arrangement.
3: This poem is of course allegorical in its conception, not to be too pushy about it.
4: “Miracles” – Ed Kuepper & The Kowalski Collective.
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