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Sloan Bashinsky's avatar

Jesus f-ing Christ,

ya keep this up,

ya gonna wake the dead,

maybe the zombies will love ya for it,

maybe they will try to bite ya and

Make ya into one of them,

the Curch of Dudo ain’t no joke,

it don’t need no psycho mushrooms

to make its points,

but bring them on anyway,

for them who need jet stream assist.

‘

Gawd, I do truly wish I wuz younger,

feel up to driving from Alabama to Rulo

to hang out round your Wonder Bread truck,

sipping water with fresh lemon slices,

as my ailing body no longer tolerates

the fruit of the vines, hops, corn, barley, etc.

And dear old Mary Jane,

she leave me with a migraine next day.

But I somehow outsmarted fate,

or something did,

cause I can go sit in the public

park across the street from

this old apartment building,

where I end up living

everytime I quit running away from home,

and I sit on a park bench,

pull my baseball camp down

over my shut eyes,

tell the trees, shrubs and park creatures

I’m back-

as if they need to be told,

and I am open to whatever they,

or whatever,

wants to do or show me,

and after a while,

I’m off on another trip,

feeling definitely not of this world energy,

seeing this and or that abstract

through my closed eyes

just hanging out,

sitting on that bench,

aware of people and their dogs walking by,

in my own world,

or a world briefly loaned to me,

which leaves me feeling rejuvenated

for a little while.

Ya know,

I wonder if might have the juice

to drive to Rulo,

I hope to get a sign,

I think maybe I ain’t gonna feel entirely right

if I don’t see that Wonder bread truck

before the Lord takes me,

but I probably won’t eat mushrroms,

‘cause they come out of me just like

they went in,

my proessing plant don’t

seem to recognize them,

and I never took the psyco kind,

nor any psycho kind of plants

or psycho chemicals,

it’s been au naturale for me.

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Deb Nance's avatar

I use to hunt morell mushrooms with my mother and aunt when I was a preschooler.

That spot in the woods was a family secret. They didn't trust me to pick mushrooms, although they were easy to spot. I kept my eyes peeled for Jack-in-the-pulpit flowers.

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