Mushrooms
MUSHROOMS
there is some debate
whether a piece of art
created under the influence of drug or alcohol
should be included in the collected tome
representing that artists work
or whether it should be credited
to an other
i don’t know
(takes a sip of water)
this poem is called, mushrooms
mushrooms
don’t you want to be
a got the job done greeting card
sprawled
exhausted and experiencing flesh floating
on a neighbors couch with me
all these things—
your underwear showing
straps and strings
pink cotton shadow suggestions
confessions from clumsy pastel sketches
hung on a wire
crumbling in the wind—
mused me, baby
aroused the blood systems becoming
the toxic streams
your idols said
hell, let’s wade in
nipple deep
where mutated life will behold a whirlpool world
on color load
the sides of our ankles touching
our calves melding
our thighs melting
our hips entwining
our ribs synchronize swimming
medal winning maneuvers
lets turn it and invert it
twist it and infect it
until it’s like we’re cluttered in a blender
bloody and desperate
a different kind of
what in the world got into our hands then
here and there
optical illusions for that extra inch
defying gravity’s intentions and veering off course
divvying stimuli and finding places for all these things
all these things
our tongues
our lips
this is the same as the sin
that robbed the innocence
from pure air
mingling with our lungs it did
our lungs it did
we sent it back
returned it to the world collapsed
happiness fleshed
tainted and supressed by the heaven-sent
driven mad the fledgling crayon-colored laid design
our glowsticks outline
baby, we’re fucked!
bright won’t be bright enough
to illuminate this done dare
in a moment of calm i pace the molding of the room
and seek our braided body parts
a splash of ink that was scooped off the floor
enlarged and painted with our faces
bleeding dye
a sparking dynamite wik
leading to particular parts of us
determined
in this crazy world
to burst
in a moment of passion its all come to fruition
and my fingers qualch
your trembling thighs
fungus for flowers
a germ that grew a million folds faster than intended
the only difference is the spongy smell
musk overlaying lavender
