Mushroom Garden (Poem)

I visited the mushroom garden

That sat alongside Melancholy Road

I met a man who lived in fig juice

That adored the vomit stained shirt

I wore upon my body

That believed he is god

I broke with laughter

That the fig juice man is god

I awoke

And saw

With fear

That I am

The man within the fig juice.

Reviews

[Cat Cheshire]

hey, i totally love this one!

[Philip]

I am rather pleased that you enjoyed this short adventure. :)