Brunch, a 4th transgression after Sunday’s dangerous
pepper sauce, Monday’s magnificent pizza, yesterday’s
venison pie: toasted chicken mayonnaise - the allergy
has me in its clutches: brain swelling, head shrinking,
mind dissolving; leaving only anxiety & work undone
Chemical depression - impatience and frustration - a
nasty mess, all because a plain vegetable and bland
fruit diet is so boring; I’ve always wished my spirit to
go soaring after eating something amazing, like Alice
in Wonderland, but flight’s stopped prematurely in
The end by the allergy’s penchant to shoot me down;
there MUST be a much better way to consciousness
than being incarcerated within a physical body beset
with allergies - I never want to reincarnate again, I’ll
try to leave a legacy of insights garnered over a
Lifetime of reading & discoveries; one that’s making
sure nothing is undone and that my spirit’s ready to
deal with an infinity of planes beyond our universe
as a physical dimension …
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem