psilocybin

down in the frog patch

green & ill

seeped in snot

ripe in the vines

slipping into a sea of silt

sap toothed, sloth eyed

sour

slime all in your sinuses

snotty nosed

it's a big fat dose of slugs

porridge running through your gut

no bloat,

fading into pine cones

praying for the souls of railroad workers

buried underneath the tracks

every time i hear a train whistle

i see their spirits

all in black