Have A Good Time [rev} Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Stiff-necked, cross-eyed, mind blank;
couldn’t sleep last night, ants crawling
through my joints & elbows kept arms
from resting on the bed, eyes refused
to close, even a pillow neatly pressed
on my head had no ‘siesta’ effect on
fatigue from an afternoon of strong
tea and coffee; trying to understand

The Electric Universe Theory implying
the Big Bang’s redundancy makes me
grow incoherent; trying to tidy my work
station led to a landslide of documents
resulting in greater chaos - if the threat
of security confiscating all illegal things
be carried out I’d lose the two outlawed
floral tops adorning my hat stand which

My reptilian soul, enamored of bright
pink-hued fabrics, keeps at the office
where appearance does not count as
long as we smile & have a good time…