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Here it comes again,

Dreams Sam.

An irony of dreams

Into its very seams.

 

Sam dreams,

Though wide awake.

 

Me mutha,

Love me mutha,

Love me mutha,

Still I will.

Did blow away the window sill

A sitting, sitting, sitting,

One eye to break Medusa’s pearl

Another, top old Emerson’s wide globe,

They blinked as fast as all the strobes

Below in barclub windows.

A sitting, sitting, sitting,

Waiting, waiting, waiting

For some Howling Wolf to come.

 

Came to Colly’s Fornie

Yea to die

In West Nathaniel’s scheme,

A guileless one

To stifle in old Fornie’s dream.

Daddo's game:

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Day_of_the_Locust

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Colley_Cibber

The derogatory allusions to Cibber in consecutive versions of Pope's mock-heroic Dunciad, from 1728 to 1743, became more elaborate as the conflict between the two men escalated, until, in the final version of the poem, Pope crowned Cibber King of Dunces. From being merely one symptom of the artistic decay of Britain, he was transformed into the demigod of stupidity, the true son of the goddess Dulness.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Howlin%27_Wolf

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sitting_on_Top_of_the_World

During performances later in his career, Howlin' Wolf often closed his sets with "Sitting on Top of the World".^[8