The Dark American Triad: JFK, 9/11, Trump 

The last sound I heard when my head disappeared

into my pillow was a low agonizing sob…                      It was my own

I dreamed that I was dreaming about a nightmare

descending at great speed from a spec in the sky,

growing larger like a meteor but morphing

into a hideous mass with a thick tail whipping

and a lizard-like tongue flicking swiftly

with pointed tips and amber eyes,

eyes that laughed out loud as it stopped short

and hovered over me … silent for a long moment

before it spat out the deliberate dreadful question:

“How do you like your new room?”

I am so deep in the dream I drift far, far back,

toward the burning towers …                                             It is September 11, 2001 …                                                       

and I can no longer stand the smoke that chokes me and soon I become air

born, flailing my arms which turn into wings, which float me safely down… I land

on the ground in Dealey Plaza…                                         It is also November 22, 1963

and there’s the motorcade moving toward me, the presidential limo, but Elm Street

suddenly becomes Pennsylvania Avenue…                      It is also January 20, 2017

 and the shots which echo are not only assassins’ bullets aimed at Kennedy

but also a 21-gun salute to Trump and it’s all happening at the same time,

it’s all the same place, and I can’t tell if the past has caught up to the present

or if this is the future where America has been co-opted while I slept? 

 But now I am awake…                                                          And my eyes are open! 

 ©2017 Michael Luzzi