The Mushroom Man



When young it was unclear the meaning of life?

Then the mushroom fruited,

The autumn was born,

Introspection became fungus,

Thoughts blue from bruising,

Desire crimson Reishi,

And energy of bounding yak dance,

The gold of a leprechaun,

Accents of Italian and French,

German or Asian,

The forest and hepa filter talk to me,

The culture is real,

And evolving,

Even if you can’t see the spores,

All pointing to the myco joy,

Do I look like the mushroom man to you?

  • Author: Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 22nd, 2021 17:34
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 38


  • Doggerel Dave

    If the mushroom is of the right quality, there would be no need for me - you could be viewing yourself in an ever expanding universe, they tell me.

  • germanamericanchurch

    Exactly what the meaning in the writing, are we made of the mushroom ? or did the mushroom form make us who we are?
    Squirrels bring mushrooms to tall trees - the mushroom squirrel of the forest - that is my hero / spirit animal -

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