Boletus Satanas
I. Portabella Tuesday’s light rain Fell on achromatic Grey swallowed the world As I lapped my mushroom soup Cordially Amidst patrons of a café The chatter was annoying The clanking of silver on china Consuming the rhythm of Such heavenly patter On concrete Petrichor I sigh and walk home With a portabella umbrella And lukewarm belly II. Golden Caps 'Twas in the forests we played, amongst old branches who sway, wind blowing directly through us. As psilocybe took effect, we ran nakedly erect; visions and senses to discuss. As our ancestors spoke, and we giggled and joked, the hues of the spirits were thus. Metallic hours dragged on, oblivious birds in song, till the darkening night blew buss. III. Black Trumpet Imagine the structure of man’s beauty, it's building of stone labored, it's ancestral tears, it's chronicles and accounts Of love and struggles, Of hardships and wonders, Of passion and art: Gone. Erased in flash, in expanding clouds; billowing, waving goodbye to the heavens when they become too smart for their own good, Will god spare atom? Or will man forgetfully blow away as they daintily eat soup in cafés? http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Triptych In poetry a Triptych should be three distinct poems that can stand on their own, but bring a deeper meaning when combined as a whole.
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A lover of literature, language, music, and art. Much of my poems have accompanying art... unfortunately unable to be displayed here. A link to my AP page with art is below. I am a philosopher, dreamer, and hopeless romantic unashamed. Love me or...
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