I am the
Psychonaut
Who smoked
Toad Venom
First
There isn’t
A simple answer
The rain
On my tongue
That the ancestor
Asked for

Do you know that sound
Someone makes
When they are
Trying to describe
Their mind being blown
Like the whistling of a bomb
Or an embrace by a loved one
Like a rare guide to creation
Or a video showing god
Like a massive cult
Or an anonymous host

Restless leg syndrome
Can creep up into your arms
Your fingernails will grow long
Your patience short
Measure one against the other
Drugs to keep me up
And down
I’m making coffee at 3
In the morning again
Who knows if I’m awake

I’m hoping
This has been a dream
And I’m on the edge
Of a creek
In South America
Foaming at the mouth
From DMT

More likely than not
I’m in my room
Wishing I was in yours
Wishing we stay together
A long time