Lynn White Maybe Maybe // Poetry
Lynn White Maybe Maybe Maybe it will end well maybe we’ll stay alive maybe they will. Maybe we can’t really see the things to come maybe we’re mistaken and maybe we can’t really hear hate aimed at strangers. Maybe we’re still living the revolution we imagined we made when we lay down in the road when we made a stand in the streets when we strangers made a wave in the world. But maybe the unimaginable is real and it’s all undone I hope not. • Fabulous Faubus Soon we’ll be there back to those days when Faubus was fab when Klansmen were cool and swastikas were chic not shite. We’d thought it sorted, that that history had ended, that never again would mean never again and that Governor Faubus would stay ridiculous. Two, four, six, four just in time for the encore. • Music Moves The music of my youth still plays inside my head the subversive music of the streets challenging the surround sound norm out of tune with it...
