The Unhappiness Machine of Love

I know you are thinking that love is not a machine

but the book of love which is long and boring

is not really a book at all so say the righteous

and the gears of the heart do not turn

with mechanisms like a watch or a motor

nor do they follow the rhythms of time

or the boundaries of space

and I know that you are thinking instead

of feeling love because that machine that desire

puts its grubby fingers on only begets more desire

after each desire is quenched

which exactly is the intention a machine

of capital engineering is meant to replicate

to keep the poor poor and the rich rich

and the uneducated stupid and the dead dead

and of course the unhappy unhappy endlessly

and often when we become the gears

we cannot see the machine that our own teeth

are helping to sustain so in a sense we are blind

to the unhappiness of the entire world

while being forced to reproduce the product

of love on the production line with hands

that wrap an ineffable and ungraspable thing

and case it in a box with a brand for a kid

who doesn’t know part of the recipe of love

is the unhappiness that must be known

in order to know what happiness is