Dirty Bucket

When I wrote it down I could see that it was a silly thing to have on a bucket list. Something to forever keep to the self (low hanging fruit pocked with worms). Never to be touched by anything but hell. No different than licking a muddy butterfly Walking along the spine of a charred-out bible passage cornice. A silly thing to pursue... but for the moment a paramount desire. Like washing dishes in champagne and candlelight. Licking a horde of margaritas rimmed with barbed wire then passing out on the breast of a coconut oil avalanche.