Dogs 2015

NOT MEANT FOR THIS LIFE
(5/16/15)


I hate
Spring

one
big breath
outdoors
brings
teary eyes

runny
nose

an itchy
swelling
throat

one
brush
against living
green
brings bumps

rashes

blisters

more
than a few
minutes
in the open air
brings insects
from Hell

biting

sucking

chewing

I go
back
inside

relief

a cool
dry
insulated capsule
in which to comfort
my symptoms

my lesions

millennia ago
I would have isolated
to a desert
cave

a hermit
ecstatic

alone
in a desiccate
wilderness

millennia afar
I would be
an astronaut

shooting
through
a lifeless void

living
in a processed
environment
of my liking

but today
I simply accept
the minor miseries
while most
go about
their rounds
oblivious
to such suffering

I remember
running

rolling

crawling

outside
as a child
with no
ill effects
at all

at least
none
that I minded
at the time

with age
I seem
to acquire
an affinity
for a different
climate

that
of a coffin