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Psilocybin silly when the cops arrive. Sitting on the couch naked, laughter aching jaws. They ask where my wallet is? I ask, where my pants are? Even they laugh. I can't say mushrooms are all bad. They are the catalyst that brought me back to the hospital to deal with the real killer... Booze.
Tom.
There is something magical about the non-existent thing we call "mind." It is like "Never Never Land," "Narnia," or "Middle Earth," I love visiting, and a little psychedelic canoe to travel in makes it even better...
OH! Those wide horizons!
Vol
Tom.
There is something magical about the non-existent thing we call "mind." It is like "Never Never Land," "Narnia," or "Middle Earth," I love visiting, and a little psychedelic canoe to travel in makes it even better...
OH! Those wide horizons!
Vol
Cheaper than chips .. (a British saying that once held meaning) they are no longer cheap .. chips that is .. and when taken in moderation just as good as acid .. and that can't be bad, but it often was .. just sharin on behalf of an old friend .. Neville
"Psilocybin silly", loved that phrase you coined. Always found the concept of those mushrooms, interesting. Wonder how it would be to write poetry after tasting those....The sadness of addictions is so palpable in this poem, Thomas. You handled the subject with such flair.
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..