mattereaterlad2

why not? cheer up.

like i'm one to talk...

sestina, for you:

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mushrooms

walking me home from school dizzy says mushrooms
are weird, and miss potts told us it was only
fungus, but he could swear that in the salad
at dinner last night they were glowing like magic,
likebulby bright things dipped in moonshine light
and i say shut up dizzy, or well be late for the party

its nearly dark when we get to the party
and dizzy wants acid but i take mushrooms
because i like organic-type things, and the light
is hurting my eyes and i think if only,
if only, but its only dizzy doing a magic
trick with my buttons and afterwards we have salad

i hear someone singing then, see her throw salad
and cake and chips, the life of the party
has arrived, fat imelda they call her, hey magic
melda, show us some ass, and when i look she mushrooms
till she fills the house, reaches for me, only
shes choking, and i retch as her flesh clouds the light

music starts in another place, i need a light,
my hand are shaking awfully, drenched in salad
dressing im all alone now, just two hours, only
a while longer, usually i love to party
but tonight is strange, i cant stop thinking mushrooms
mushrooms mushrooms just fungus, shining magic

dizzys back oh dizzy please please magic
me home, but hes talking again; three birds alight
on his head, hazy red against the mushrooms
walls, chirping words flitting through the salad
house he says lets head back to the party,
was i gone from the party? if only

but the noise, the music, has fled and only
smoke remains, dry ice fog after a magic
show, then drifting thick black to end the party;
we go, through hungry licking orange light,
dizzy holding my hand sticky from the salad,
breathing fast and watching clouds of mushrooms

walking home its only midnight, under the lamplight
dizzy asks if magics real; i think about salad,
the party, and looking up hes right, the moon shines like mushrooms