ONE SMALL MUSHROOM FOR SUSTENANCE

he saw giants
crossing the valley
in a heavy mist

like all large things
they seemed
to move slowly

he had had
one small mushroom
for sustenance

but he didnt think it was that

cos his new friend

a little red fox
he saw them too

GLIMPSE ATLAS

pause in old nature
& direct your antenna
to the history-myth
of the ancient bark & mushroom web

& you may glimpse atlas

waiting on a union rep
who never makes calls
outside the celestial ball

atlas  

the original solitary worker
is sick 

with megalophobia & sciatica

stuck in 

a health & safety nightmare
forever 

unrelieved & under pressure

this despite his perfect attendance

& a record of exemplary compliance

FRAG 21

its a dead world

   or it feels like it . . .

. . . feels like it will be

a world on pause

   so it seems - 

      waiting

or its a pregnant world :

   natures delirious & rife

mushrooms 

   always telling

      the trees what to do

outside our human 

   drek & bomb art

TAPPED INTO THE MUSHROOM

 

thru pain & desperation
comes slow a realisation

of the genus love

soft round the edges 

but mountain size

~

i have tapped into the mushroom

a neo-acid maybe

or a gibsonesque 

science fiction

information field

~

it doesnt last

i was having a bath

maybe far too hot