Supervision

The difference between sleeping and waking

is that my supervisory role—

long hours of thought-

                                   titration—

end when I drift off.

Then thoughts can be themselves:

act out, hallucinate,

declaim,

play pundit.

They don’t speak for me.

One says irony’s

as retro

as the Zags Hotel’s

long hall of arcade

                             machines

where Pac-men and women

still gobble blips

like “likes” on FB

whether or not 

I look.