"mycological" poems
A scintillating ocean.
Refracting light across the spectrum,
colours beyond white, black, and red;
Mirror to the universal spirits.
Crystalline forms growing
like families of fungi across the horizon.
A mycological configuration
of salts and waveform reflectors.
A frisson of diamonds.
Seizures of globular light, elliptical rainbows.
Twice-reflected hollow moonbeams.
Creating.
Cubes in the molecular structure,
Silent carbon and quartz,
as from some distant caverns
unseen by any eye.
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 3:11 PM UTC
She is the shadow that hangs around my door,
who's memories are counted in wine bottles
dressed by the winter sun.
She is sweetness and pain,
both beautiful and broken
both complete and incomplete
in her beauty.
And I surrender.
Her deepest desire,
her happiest Herod that dwells in
crystal coves and voluminous virility
now spun as golden spiders webs
where my love lies, sterling.
There, in your grass a
personal criminal writes a
holocaust to culture.
He spins the Atomic clouds around
mycological skeletons
who hold constellations in their
time scarred jaws.
And there we were, the seekers of a golden dream
my mouth fell on yours, and you took me in.
Humanity is a bloodbath,
that takes you in.
The realization takes you by surprise
and we kiss
****** roses.
She is the shadow that hangs around my door...
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 9:58 AM UTC
There once was a man of Pangaea
Who had an unlucky idea:
He ate a strange shroom
And then laid in his tomb,
Having died from insane diarrhea.
Mar 4, 2025
Mar 4, 2025 at 7:56 PM UTC