Brunch, fourth 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 bland diet of fruit & plain
vegetables is so boring that I always hope my spirit
will be soaring once I eat something extraordinary
like Alice in Wonderland – but in the end my flight
Is always stopped by the allergy which shoots me
down prematurely; there MUST be a better way to
be 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 and discoveries;
making sure nothing is undone and that my spirit is
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