No longer sick with desire,
nonetheless, still alive, an
inconvenience, at best.
Each day a different part of
this machine behaves in a
disturbing way…hints of
Arthritis, gastric, palpitations,
Hydroplastic econdroplasia,
Yellow peril and acne…wow…
I don’t like this part.
No one does.
But the spirit still can dance.
Denial only delays the truth,
the most important thing,
an acquired taste, maybe…
but….once there…there are
no more problems….death
becomes moving to another
city.
