opening my eyes at 5 in the morning
a thorn in my side as I rise a-yawning
I promise my mind that I’m living in the moment
and it’s okay to spend a day off zoning
we go downstairs to the kitchen
shroom tea’s the mission
I grip the knife and make the first incision
it’s dusty
it’s been a while I’m feeling rusty
don’t trust me
the odor of the room is getting musty
and the water is boiling
the knife finishes toiling
we pour it in
and listen to the hissing and uncoiling
of psilocybin
and squeeze some lemon in to heighten
the vibrant
and eliminate the taste of chitin
then we sip the elixir
and say goodbye to the pictures
of the mixture of light
that’s life’s natural fixture
exit to the city let the magma of the sunrise
in a rich district
with lots of parked hyundais
looking like some dumb guys
walking to corona heights
hiking up the beige cliff
entering a zone of light
standing
at the edge of a savannah in front of the land span of san fran a panaroma
chillin on the weekend
on a peak and we’re peaking
my mind is hyperthinking
so no need for the speaking
but homie starts laughing and crying
mad that his shadow is giant
“what does it mean?”
“it’s actually just a matter of science
the sun is low”
“oh, yeah fosho”
skyscrapers and boxes are shimmering there below
woah

breakfast on haight street
dainty French waitress tastes sweet
asks my order
I half ignore her then speak slow
cup of coffee
eggs chorizo
not the english muffin please
I’ll have the wheat toast
she smiles
eyes wild
sepia seeping
sleepy silhouettes of us speaking
with cigarettes in the evening
but in a second she’s leaving
an imprint so we’ll be lovers as long as we’re still dreaming
the food finished we flew to a new image
trying to diminish my misconstrued visage
golden gate park blooms green with eucalyptus
the shroomy eucharist is devoured until the truth eclipses
the noose that was wound by the superstitious and unobservant
I found my love for life the moment I kissed the serpent
but gotta quit the sermon
the sheep are bleating
we journeyed through the park then entered the arboretum
floating orchids of ivory, sapphirey
velvet faces with traces of pain in they past diaries
make me think on my grandma
elegant queen of orchids
watched her petals wither as she leaned out of our orbits
the room is humid carnivorous blooms of omnipotent wombs are looming unassuming carpeted with doom entombing moths and flies then a floating lotus shakes the haze that glossed my eyes

back to the park
on a walk through the grass
sun glistening I’m listening to my past
through objective ears
inspecting peers and correcting fears
tryna glean meaning from out of all the hectic years
I was dissecting tears that I’d shed
not that many of them damn it feel like I’m dead
but the wheel in my head keeps spinning and reminding me
that outside it’s beautiful & my minds confining me
beautiful beauty beautiful booty buoy boy bi
cycle riders pedal by cycles of the letters fly
let the feathers dry at the bank of the pond
a swan with a whole lifetime’s length of a song
“yo wake up”
“wait what?”
“bruh you’re zoning out”
my homie says to me to pull me out my lonely shroud
I look up and see buffalo
imagine I’m ohlone now
part of an ohlone croud
eating abalone trout
but nah, these days I’m American
sipping shroom tea so I can feel like a peregrine
seeing everything
again for the first time
by the end of the song I’m spitting my worst lines
but that’s just how the day go
the light begins to fade slow
shadows cast on plato
and the logos of the legos
and finally the park comes to an end
we lay on the beach
and try to make sense of the blend
just a couple of friends
watching the lava of the sunset
into the ocean
cooled solid in it’s plummet
and when we leave I head home on the train
and buy some earl grey to return to my name