A Poem on Mushrooms

This poem was written while experiencing magic mushrooms

On Mushrooms Throwing Up

All this throwing up
And realizing God
And gazing into the infinite jeweled matrixes
Of heaven in rivulets bursting forth
Into the golden,
Into the rainbow drenched scriptures
Ribboned ceremoniously ‘neath precious, angel light,
Each holding the 4th akashic dimension,
Each reverberating spontaneous treasures;
Each singing existences of adoration
Like 18,000 sparkling, necklaced worlds

In the toilet

Is tough work
But somebody’s gotta do it...