no fun guy

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No fun guy

I sit in the rain

Under red fleshy brolly

Licking the white spots

Made my belly ache

Toads stool I have borrowed

To sit upon while I

Watch the fairies

Skip around their ring

While my belly aches

Truffling through the

Tuffs of black trumpets as

Puffball pixies peel

Portabella’s shrooms

My belly still aching

Chantelle is my name

morels Is my game

I should not have listened

To the no fun guy

About white spots being trippy

Because oh shitake by belly ache

Is going to kill ………….

9/2/2021 rog leach

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7 thoughts on “no fun guy”

  1. I love how this poem goes from a coherent to incoherent manner in the imagery:

    “Made my belly ache

    Toads stool I have borrowed

    To sit upon while I

    Watch the fairies

    Skip around their ring

    While my belly aches

    Truffling through the

    Tuffs of black trumpets as

    Puffball pixies peel…”

    As well with these lines, really shows how immersing a trip can be:

    “I should not have listened

    To the no fun guy

    About white spots being trippy

    Because oh shitake by belly ache

    Is going to kill ………….”

    Something about the ending gets me, maybe it’s just the emergence of a clearer mind once the effect begins to wear off, but the acknowledgement of its after-effects, I love that. 😀 A great poem, radiating in the perfect psychedelic effect you portray especially in the aspect of good and bad trips; the imagery is consuming.

    I also now have this song in my head: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h_Wu6lI-42w

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