THIS TOO TOO SOLID FLESH

My body
disowns me.  

Slams the door( making the
little blue china cups rattle on...
...their little blue china saucers ).

'COME BACK. . !
I scream

but it is only
a thought.

The silence
mocks me.

I've an idea
of what to do

but without my body
I can't see it
through. . .

Nothing about me
is real.

How thoughtless of my body
to just up & leave me
like. . . that!

Now I am
just a disembodied thought

floating invisibly
inside my flat

scaring the cat
raising hackles

unable to turn the **** TV
off....aghhhhh
3 hours of Big Brother.

My body is snickering
just outside the door

listening to my soul roar
with rage

at being
unable to translate
thought into action.

Oh how I long
for the body's flesh

even...yes...even
its fatty bits.

My body enters
grinning: "Ok...ok
you're forgiven!"

& I enter it
eternally glad to be
human

this mesh
of spirit
& soul

And yes...yes
. . .flesh!