secretory secretaries

sabotage my excellent colors
energy transferred like streets to a sign
wandering whimsies all caught up in
lesser affairs, sentries to servants
and servant to bears
i dreamt of flagella and they
they took me inside myself
the brought me flowers for my pains
and worked me into putty so i would stay
strong in the face of
imminent immigrants, send them back home
to where? i couldn't care but who is a friend
(that's a joke in case you don't understand)
senseless sensations and bedtimes abound.