There once was a fae in the woods,
Who’d forage for mycelic goods,
But she boop bopped the peep,
Of a human asleep,
Now he walks with a slit ‘neah his hood!

One you provide, you’ll alchemize,
Turn that *poop* into red wine,
Heart locked up, but third eye open wide,
Let Pan enter and roam around inside
A mere vessel, eardrums a passage
As the two shake hands, and you leave the head.
Limbs flail to 100 bpm,
Joints unhinge, necks crack, fully possessed,
Manic energy, a bowl of spaghetti,
Nourishment for the starving crowd.

This time around shall be my last,

Secrets released, untethering my feet,

I’m ready to become one with the stars.

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The overcast dissipates
To reveal shimmering, turquoise waters,
Like white gemstones adorning soft waves,
Slowly flattening…
Into a warm blanket, enveloping,
Warping into a wormhole I shall sink into,
Like in adolescence, when I jumped
Backwards off that brick wall,
With a smile on my face,
Awaiting the stain,
And landed on a
Soft, sinking
Mattress

There seems to be tufts of straw falling out of your patchwork shirt
You’re fraying at the seams
Showing up in my dreams
Whisk me away to your moving palace
Please, don’t disappear into the void…

Oh well, it seems that we were both fooled
By lovely curations of whimsy and wit, all set aflame by a touch of fate
But to extrapolate a being? C’mon, we’re less silly
Mocking any and all that is noble and illustrious…
I have to wonder if all that cynicism is a replacement for what should be a spine?
Merely stuffing.
Musn’t it be tiring to live life through mockery?
Conflating seeking with rationalization; the common contrarian mishap
So stay perched upon your stake, cursing the fields you merely overlay; yelling obscenities with ravenous crows
That’s all it is and ever will be; cacophony
Daring not even to believe the ground is solid beneath your feet
But that quilt is the only one of its kind
Nothing any set of mortal eyes could surely recreate
Let’s get creative; let’s take this face, and plaster it all over the page!
Or even more radical; perform as a wretch upon a stage
But would you dare getup as a different race?
I shall do my part; take a shart on this canvas as an ode to Ukraine—the most original work of art!
Oh, but I could not pierce even if I tried…
Especially when I see your face, so sublime…
And a hypocrite, so am I.