super tuesday in poetry

Ginsberg said “I am America and I’m talking to myself”
that weird superstitious butterfly-stomach-effect infectious feeling as if
maybe the country’s tanking because you don’t have your own shit together
as if you and your nation are cross-linked in some cosmic synecdoche dance

the only interesting line in MEN IN BLACK TWO was
“you’re not crying because it’s raining it’s raining because you cry”
maybe no or maybe so or maybe the whole world’s gonna blow
it’s stupid but you still feel it

you’re a part of it and it’s a part of you whether you like it or not
whether you like yourself or not things are spinning out of control
the fascists are starting to march while we’re all saying
“I am America and I’m talking to myself”
bitching about it from computers
not really doing anything about it

get your shit together
get my shit together
get our shit together
get your shit whatever but I can’t help it, brother
it feels like it’s all about me

Last updated March 11, 2016