Psilocybin silly when the
cops arrive.
Sitting on the couch naked,
laughter, aching jaws.
They ask where my wallet is?
I ask, where are my pants?
Even they laugh.
I can't say mushrooms are
all bad.
They are the catalysts that
brought me back to the
hospital to deal with the
real killer...
*****
Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 1:49 PM UTC
Psilocybin silly when the
cops arrive.
Sitting on the couch naked,
laughter, aching jaws.
They ask where my wallet is?
I ask, where are my pants?
Even they laugh.
I can't say mushrooms are
all bad.
They are the catalysts that
brought me back to the
hospital to deal with the
real killer...
*****
True Story.
I recently did an open mic via zoom at the writer's workshop in Iowa City. Here's a link.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WKnpk9OMWXg&t=25s
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