Don

I love walks on the beach, the simplicity of a simple set of scorchingly hot hotcakes cooking on my chest on a sunny afternoon.My life started with resistance, I dearly did not want to leave the womb. I now am happy I decided to come out though I think the world is a cruel joke. But alas poetry gives me shelter. As a child I wanted to be an artist, and astronaut, a rock star, and world traveling adventurer. I have accomplished all these goals. I have nothing else to live for, leave life itself. I currently want to rock. Be in a band. Get massages. Ponder beauty in the face of disaster. Sushi no longer pleases me. I've become immune to wasabi. All pinnacles of experience fall and fade like dust, or snow, or dustsnow that melts and returns to its source. Do you want to rock?