Name' sake

I dont have a colleague, 

Or even a kitchen sink,

I dont lucid dream,

No matter how much I drink.

Carl Jung taught, or so he thought,

Of "Opus and enema's"

 ~ something like that . . .

I will twist my wrist,

In the tip of a hat,

And pee my name in the . . .

Macdonalds parking lot

She turned her head,

On the hospice bed,

And wondered why . . .

Why?

I shadow holds, molds,

A cold congeal,

In the twirling, swirling, flushing ordeal

~fin