Shroomin' Daze Poem by Matt Mondschein

My frontal lobe sent me a message
telling me to recall
a cool October misty morn'

Man what a state of mind I was in
not a state or country or
some foreign land or swelling sea

In a dense moist foggy setting
vast grass, cows galore
heaves of manure too

Shrooms under cow chips
free to pick and bag
time to kick it
dry it, chew it

many friends giggled
I puked, saw GOD
thought I died
yet, simply cried
asleep