Defined by the flax of a seed
This saltless dream
Reminds me of a raccoon I once met
In the streets of New Orleans
Scavenging through small little po’boy shops
Clanging the garbage pails of their alleyways
Like silver bells
Demand a revolution
I must confess
I have been diagnosed
With Meniere’s disease
Fancy attacks of vertigo
Restricted to a daily maximum
Of two thousand mg’s of sodium
For this quite unpleasant thrill
Hoping for no more hearing loss
For those of you who feel undiagnosed
Never cease your hunch
We all have a medicinal sheer to us
Our own physician
The one who sits in our gut
Ever so clear


