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Poetry at Sangam

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Looking Glass Blues & Buried Villanelle

                                                         with Gil Scott-Heron in mind
 

Look how quick tomorrow
turns back into the past.  My mind’s on spin—
my heart’s on the dole.  Can’t say for sure,

but aren’t we Through the
Looking-Glass? Don’t know what
to call it, but somethin’s comin’ fast.

Did we let the White House
get eaten by a troll?  Watch how soon
tomorrow    begins to like the past.

Ever wonder why and how this shit
got on a roll? Maybe we should get away
from through the looking-glass.  Singin’

for my supper ‘cause I
need a little cash.  Got a big-ass tic
suckin’ on my soul.  What makes all

the fascists start dressin’ up the past?
If I had a starship, Honey, you know
I’d warp the gas.  See how sweet

n’ easy    a nation can get stole?

I know you know ain’ nothin’ new
about the Looking-Glass.  It ain’t like
BigTimeMoney been shuckin’ on a fast:

donning velvet shoes and skinny blue jeans
for a stroll.  Watch how soon tomorrow
skips back into the past.  To me, feels like

the whole damn world has got
a goddam rash. (How’d the Secret Service
never see the grassy knoll?  Whoever took

that shot was hid    behind a looking-
glass.) Believing it’ll be alright makes you
a simple-ass. Who cranks up the war

machine, then jobs us for the toll?
Watch how quick your twitter life
flipsides into the past. Wish I knew
a sexy way to break the Looking-Glass
 
 
 
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