Fastened To A Dying Animal

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.