I ate a mushroom
and waited for things
to get going
and they certainly did.
First the road we
were on
suddenly endless
and the sea waves
steaming beneath
the stars, hot
on my skin despite
the October freeze, and the moon
literally sniggered
and the church seemed
less wicked, just like
a wise old man
who regretted mistakes
thoughtfully with
quiet understanding, shrugging because
we all make mistakes, right?
I wrote an entire story
in my mind, jeans rolled up
to my knees and
water eating at
my ankles but
in a good way, like
those little birds
that eat the food remains
from between
the hippo’s teeth
and we laughed
and there definitely
was no time
just space and feeling
and we walked more
and lights we built by
harnessing Thor’s power
were ready to shatter
all over us
and bring the
glass and steel
with them, so we
didn’t go home.
We took a train
and we walked
and there were woods
and fields
and another
morning
and within it
mushrooms
redder than Mars
where we probably
need to go
but Musk is
a robot and
Mars is also
the God of War
so maybe it’s
all just war
and that’s why
blood and red and ‘stop’
are all red
and I just
look at the red
mushrooms
because fuck
blood and Mars
and Musk
and war.
There’s been enough
and fuck ‘stopping’
we can’t now
not ever
it’s too late.
We just have to remember
that if we take
a second to look
around and breathe
it all in, if we let cognition
evolve and expand
once in a while, we’ll see
that all the ‘truth’ we live
is only ours
and all facts
are temporary
and the actuality
of this, my friends, is that
we don’t presently –
and have
never had –
a fucking clue.
