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Saturday, 16 March 2013
On Tasting Magic Mushrooms
The magic mushrooms by the shed...
I hadn't tried them until now.
A fairy tempted me with toasted bread,
then nothing seemed the same somehow.
At any rate, dad's raspberry canes
I saw were ramps of dandelions,
were lits for piss - en -lits,
bedwetting swains - crabs and other crawling scions.
while on the yellow duvet sat
a gecko of a cheerful aspect
who kissed a pink and slinky bat
in fancy dress from Bats Direct.
And in the hawthorn overhead
a top bunk-lit for peeing-in,
which as I wrote became instead
a jester with a world-wide grin.
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...reading this is like playing plants vs zombies...and one i most demanded to get was the magic mushrooms aka hypno-shrooms next to ice-shrooms... funny how the zombies would devour each other upon tasting of the hypno-shrooms... ha, that's how playful & imaginative your writing(to me) here sir... i like the images you produced on stanza mentioning the gecko... smiles...
Ha, Dave, I think I will pass on "magic mushrooms." They seem a bit too mischievous for my taste.
ha. i am rather hoping these are not the same mushrooms that i tried once much younger...hehe...fun hyphens going on as well...and if the sky begins to melt you might want to go inside or just close your eyes...ha...
I've led such a drab life Dave - never experimented - do you have some left?
Enjoyed your write - muchly.
Anna :o]
This is like a nonsense rhyme - love it.
Perfect :-)
very imaginative poem for a magic mushroom.
http://www.travelwithchamz.com/ :)
Powerful and absolutely hilarious, words and plants savouring each other through memory. And a hint of that drunken celebration and joy close to "Snow" by Louis MacNeice.
"Peering?" oh well, never mind...
The fairy well tempted you. . .
helped shape the eye and poet and understanding you are today.
ALOHA from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
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A delightful romp - thank you.
Kelvin
Love your playful response. Thanks for.
Mary
You don't know what you're missing! (Actually, I don't know either.)
Brian
Ah, I think I did have some of your sort once!
hyperCRYPTICal
Alas, no -- but I know a man who does!
The Weaver of Grass
Yes it is, you are right. Good to know you like it nevertheless.
anthonynortth
Much thanks.
Chamz
Hi, Welcome. Thanks for your comment.
Tommaso
Yes, I see the connection you are making. Thanks for this.
Cloudia
Much thanks for this.
The Elephant's Child
Thanks. Glad you thought so.
Oh how wonderful!!
I don't suppose you have any of these little awareness enhancers going spare, do you?
Could really use one just now...Haha:D
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