Thursday, January 31, 2019

I Never Get a Wink of Sleep

Are my thoughts false?
I know they’re obsessive—
dancing the Peek-a-Boo Waltz.
Remembering that Rals-
ton commercial—white-cook-hat rendition.
Is that memory false?
And the whole host
of other abusive
images: dancing the Peek-a-Boo
Waltz at the high school promI exalt
a stray memory into a new commission
of the Battle of Little Bighorn—a thought
that earned, then lost
its spurs in the making of a legend—
dancing the beautiful Wounded Knee Waltz.
That’s why I writhe and toss
on my bed all night and need a head-physician.
My thoughts aren’t false, but they won’t stop
dancing the Peek-a-Boo Waltz.