A Wink Back at a Bad Dream
We ride them
and Tingel-Tangel
in the afternoon.
—John Wieners
Rather than decompose.
Rather than let things
shift in the direction of
a quickening atrophy. I
woke up this morning,
caught a few blips of
news, of late night
talk show conversation.
Allowing my mind to
awaken. Wake up,
brain! (This takes
longer now.) How
am I doing? What
can I tell you?
