Lying Down On The Bed

People talk about writer’s block, well, I’ve got
life block, suddenly I feel too tired to get up,
too thick-headed and woolly, muscles stiffening,
head ballooning, have been dreaming about
an oily Russian sausage for a week, today ate
one illegally, grandma used to give us Russians
and chips on Saturdays, it was better than cake,
tonight we had stew – grandma used to make
it because she fed us on a small budget, now I
really feel strange, when my mind clouds over
it is always due to something I ate, all sounds
becoming too loud, all comedies becoming too
silly, everything feels so heavy, every thought
and feeling are drifting away until I’m left with
an empty brain, I wish I could sleep off this strange
phenomenon - but my stiffening neck and back
makes it impossible, why should food be my biggest
enemy, with this allergy I never look for intrigue
of the common variety, just eating and surviving the
effects are dramatic enough, spiritual authors say
all bodily conditions reflect a mental state, what
kind of attitude is reflected by my body tonight,
suddenly every task turns into an enormous
mountain, my brain stops operating, all systems
close down, I feel as if I’m floating away from
myself, can’t remain in this moment, nothing
to gain by trying again, I give up, lying down on
the bed to remain immobile until feeling
better again…