Liberty Cap

Syd

Liberty caps liberate

like ink in water dissipates

psilocybin on my dinner plate

no turning back

 

A laxative to a blockage

bounty of an autumn woods forage

the oats to the fortified porridge

mushroom tea black

 

Crisp clean technicolors

the eight of seven wonders

strobe lightening without thunder

an almighty silent clap

 

Bright illuminessant neon gasses

ergot fungi on Albert Hoffman's grasses

embracing the horror until the doom passes

a sexy sensual sensory attack  

 

  • Author: Syd (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 23rd, 2019 05:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: 'Tis the season for psilocybin
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • 🐤s.zaynab.kamoonpuri🌷🐦😽

    Woah extraordinary amazing poem wow! I ESP admired how you rhymed in the forage porridge stanza. Oatmeal porridge is my breakfast. Kudos.

    Pls pleez do review /comment my newest poem too.

    • Syd

      Thank you.

      Glad you enjoyed this one.

      I will stop by your page.

      - Syd

    • 2781

      Goes someway to explain your talent?

      • Syd

        Thank you. I agree that most drugs are bad, even though I have tried most of them. Except for the serious ones such as crack, meth and smack. Psychedelics however are a learning tool, as long as you have a strong mind you can learn so much from them. Society is slowly starting to back track on its hardline stance on psychedelics.

        - Syd

        • 2781

          I am old and silly enough, a mushroom might tip me over the edge. They have their place, I am certain of that.



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