Dimensional Relay-Station [r] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

A storm-ridden office, Hogfather by Terry Pratchett
& an allergic head - thoughts darting like small fish
through my shrinking skull at lightning speed - and
before I can focus on anything, it's gone; tentacles
of an invisible octopus crunching me - like a piece
of flotsam standing at my desk in a lonesome vigil
as sentinel of the section delivering cold relays &
corrections of other nations' words with rule books
to guide the lonely official through the mine fields
of menacing errors & evil mistakes, ensnaring all
apprentice-visionary incumbents, like me, who

Dream of protagonists in joyous sleep - so please
becalm the whirling tornado in my head & stop the
hurricane swallowing my heart to alienate me from
myself & take everything dear with it… please stop
me from eating caramel delights & accept boredom
of strict diets to shrink my overarching stomach and
make room for me in the body… I'm like a marsupial
with an expanding pouch which seems like nightmare
scenes of a sad, shuffling existence thus I had better
prepare to die peacefully in my sleep:

My pouch will probably engulf the whole me - that
will bring sweet strangulation, thank goodness - a
happy departure to a dimensional relay-station far,
far away from Planet Earth…