A food walk with small-bites: artisan cheeses,
blocks of fancy fudge, tiny spigots of fair trade coffee:
how many calories was that?! Sattvic
aspirations demolished in a dozen minutes
of my desire.
What will reverse this binge?
Monks say the past does not exist,
but my paunch says differently. How dare
it refuse to submit to the Now.
Another beer sample,
then to home where I will hide,
letting the hour, the sleepless night
absorb the poisons that are spreading to my mind.
Who is to blame?!
What is the actual problem?
The gods were wrong.
My soul wasn't ready for freedom.