red and white speckled mushroom

sitting in a corner

seeping drifting

creeping sifting

methane gases

greet the mourner

and faintly in the distance

trickling hotly never-ending

beads of salty perspiration form

from messages it’s sending

psychedelic purple haze

softened by the mist

tantalize my eyes and mind

as lovers that i’ve kissed

too much pleasure’s

left me dull and throbbing

insensitivity erogenously

robbing

stiff necked and aching

forever forsaking

the peace that loving brings

i choke the breath

from the lonely bird

the bird that never sings