Imaginary Allergies, Act VI: They’re Back / ñü∿Way Home

A month or 2 pass

And now they’re back

A nose running a marathon

Though only N the right nostril

While my dry red eyes are watering

These imaginary allergies surrounding

Like I’m found in phantom flower fields

& now being blasted by poltergeist pollen

Now I don’t know, just stallin’ like Stalin

Whenever he can’t get up after he’s fallen

As though I know I want to at least call it

Out loud in front of Crowds so 2 recall how I

Felt when I found out, though can’t seem to find

Any reasoning for this especially spicy seasoning

Well – other than I Am burning down the house

Because some Talking Heads said I had no choice

My only way to find my way home to my own voice

‘Til I heard another from behind my horse, holding

Holy Force: “Don’t do it if your Heart is wavering;

Save it for Me – I promise – the ñü∿Way

Home will soon B opening”