Dear Pop, Here I go

Riding the giant Sand Worm of the past

Hurling myself willy- nilly into the next wind mill on the horizon...
This hell is the only heaven I know...
Here I'll worship the chains,
Thank the kind gods for my cell....scarf up with gusto the gruel slid under my door...
Look at this prison, this body, this mind,
these feelings, this cascade of rainbow memories...
How did I become this butterfly
hovering over a garden filled with flowers?


Love Allen