
Yes . . .
you’re all very sweet
. . . but I’m sugar free!

Having spent
several lifetimes bent
circling the extreme
of some astral plain
I was fully strung out
like a link in a chain
dangling between
those merry little elves
reaching for a holy spark
and the servants of pain
delving the deeper dark
within a fevered brain
heading down the drain
a rabbit hole
of white light intensity
Amid the ecstasy
and the insanity
a message was sent
The One who calls
called my name . . .
“Be wholly sane!
And man …
don’t forget to repent!
You’ll never be the same.”

The local bespoke crematorium,
and pottery kiln, under restoration.
Where I hope, one day, to be smoked
and then placed in an urn of clay.

Michael Le Multiple may think
that’s an idea magnificent.
Upon the foothills of time
this mere mortal coil
one day will cease to unwind.
So, I say . . . Burn baby, burn🔥😎
Un Aïllament Propi