Sioux Me

She gave me an Ogallala Sioux bracelet,
My Ogallala blue-eyed Sue
I wear this key, this bind to keep
From going blind in her underworld.
So it starts to come apart,
My Ogallala blue-eyed Sue

The black porcupine twines unwind.
Entropy threatened to unbind. The blues
are good, oranges, the reds, the yellows,
all kinds of code of striped white peace paint.
O, what happened to you?
O, My Ogallala blue-eyed Sue

The adornment grasped to me, a circle
around my left wrist, and unraveled.
I stumbled in her dark, her bone-dry
Sea of Tranquility rubbed my clockwise
Watch against her counter-clockwise screw.
O, what happened to you
My Ogallala blue-eyed Sue

In a war-painted world, I couldn’t
help but think, this was very bad magic,
so I took it off, sadly, mournful in disgrace,
couldn’t get the star for me to shine in her face.
I asked for more the muse to hand-bound me,
But she was bone-dry in her stormy Sea of Tranquility.
O, what happened to you
O My Ogallala blue-eyed Sue

Rather than give up, I became the re-engineer,
mixed an epoxy of Ogallala Sioux glue:
a mend of Scotch tape, Elmers and wax,
a molten melt of a sacred red candle, which I fire up
whenever her darkness gets outta sight.

Now its on my right wrist, fragile to the touch,
Ghost dancing in the space between my skin
and the porcupine quills, but it`s just too tough,
only our air-tight grasping makes us true,
a tentative clasp is just not enough.
O, what happened to you?
O, My Ogallala blue-eyed Sue