lotus eater
there is a sadness in my belly
it weighs heavy – puts me sleeping
ruminating on love lost
i took to lotus eating
micro-dosing on the river
wading, half waking
to drown this ugly feeling
when i seek ahead
i see nought without my lover
if i could lose this belly
maybe i’d be fitter for another
may time heal me
such that i might know what love wants
or may time heal me
such that i no longer want love
waist deep in the fast blackwater
open to the dusk, the sky, the swallows
and the flies they chase
i slow to see beyond myself
what would johnathan richman say to me?
he’d say i was fortunate to feel this way
i’d probably agree
inedibles
yellow field cap – the common english is so frugal – bulbitius titubans flavo is yellow in common latin – I know because I googled it so is flavour from yellow – did someone go – uuummm – that’s yellowy (? – ed)
i’m into ‘shrooms now – hence the taxonomy and etymology (and pedantry – ed)
field crawling at dawn and dusk with the dog – for psilocybe cubensis But finding only panaeolus foenisecii
‘appearing scattered or gregarious on lawns’
(lols – ed)
Anyhow it’s not the correct time of year – and the dog keeps standing on these. I guess I could sit in my room – or I could be here in a field
picking inedible – non-magical – mushrooms.
Poet/architect/country bumpkin living in Ireland , reliving his adolescence at 40, might be a midlife crisis , might be the best thing that could have happened. The poetry is similar to my architecture practice adhoc, loose and drafty . http://www.tobarchitect.ie
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