Candle.

On Some Days,

all that I want to do,

is to barrel into the sun

like a screaming Kamikaze,

with a evil grin on my face.

>>>

On Some Days,

all that I want to do,

is to hang from the rafters.

Free at last.

Free at last.

>>>

On Some Days,

all that I want to do,

is to don my cast iron dutch oven helmet,

and spread the [apple] seeds;

just like Johnny Fucking Appleseed.

So that the birdies will one day have

a place to nest.

>>>

On The Vast Majority Of Days,

all that I want to do,

is to submit unconditionally

to Sister's Desires,

and Lusts,

and Wills.

Sister,

Sister.

My Beloved Sister.

>>>

On Some Days,

all that I want to do,

is to climb into the sewer,

and wrestle the alligators

into submission.

>>>

On Some Days,

all that I want to do,

is to move into the zoo.

And live with the hippos.

>>>

3 Nails.

1 Cross.

Forgiven.

>>>

On Some Days,

all that I want to do,

is to circumnavigate the globe,

on my hang glider.

>>>

On Some Days,

all that I want to do,

is to traverse The Atlantic,

with my pyrex canoe.

>>>

On Some Days,

all that I want to do,

is to hike through The Amazon,

in search of The Legendary Fountain,

Of Jungle Juice.

>>>

On Some Days,

all that I want to do,

is to enjoy the soothing pleasure,

of a warm, voluminous enema.

>>>

On Some Days,

all that I want to do,

is to stack my legos.

Square peg.

Round hole.

>>>

On Some Days,

all that I want to do,

is to bury my nuts,

just like all of the other squirrels.

>>>

On The Vast Majority Of Days,

all that I want to do,

is to submit to Sister's Desires,

and let her attach The Leash

to my Collar.

So that she may then take me for a

walk in the park.

Dearest Sister.

>>>

On Many Days,

all that I want to do,

is to light The LSD Candle,

and The LSD Incense,

so that I may never forget.

So that I may never forget.

>>>

On The Vast Majority Of Days,

all that I want to do,

is to retreat into the shelter

of The LSD Concrete Bunker.

And renew my unbreakable Vows

with The Pagan Goddess.

So that I may never forget.

>>>

On Any Given Day,

all that I want to do,

is to Serve,

and Protect,

and Love,

not for myself,

but for the sake

of those individuals

who hold me dear.

So that I may never forget.

>>>

Swaying.

Swaying.

Swaying, From The Rafters.

The Circle Is Complete.

I won't ever forget.

>>>

On The Vast Majority Of Days,

all that I want to do,

is to hold That Special Someone

close,

in That Special Embrace,

so that I may never forget

the sensation

of her delicate,

yet firm fingers,

upon my coarse, and scarred skin.

Her Delicate Touch,

Such Bottomless Love.

This Immeasurable Kindness,

for which I will give all of myself

to repay.

>>>

Blessed Be She.

>>>

Hanging.

Hanging, From The Rafters.

My Shoes Sit, Next To The Stairway.

These Waters.

These Still Waters.

>>>

On Some Days,

all that I want to do,

is to climb The Stairway

To Heaven.

>>>

On Many Days,

all that I want to do,

is to pick up the trash

that lines the streets

of my treasured city.

>>>

On Many Days,

all that I want to do,

is to rest on the suspended swing

on my porch

after a long bicycle tour,

and with closed eyes,

enjoy,

the ambient sounds

of my beautiful city.

>>>

From The Rafters,

my rope 2-point spreader hammock hangs.

I lay there in my sling

as I read a comic book

before Lights Out.

Tired now, from my daily ascent

of The Stairway To Heaven,

I extend my arm

to the side of the hammock.

I gently place the comic book

aside,

and I snuff the candle beside me

that illuminates my imagination.

One last breath.

Goodbye world.

Goodbye world.

Tomorrow is a new day.

>>>

These Waters.

These Waters.

These Still Waters.

All Is Still.

All Is Quiet.

The Hammock Cradles Tenderly

My Form,

And Flexes Oh So Slightly

With My Force Of Life.

I Am At Peace.

All Is Still.

All Is Quiet.

These Waters.

These Waters.

These Still Waters.