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Side effects

The whole house fucking reeks
no—I bet the entire
mountainside knows
today is harvest
like if a skunky cheesecake
grew on a plant
breathed it’s spirits
into the sky
one stalk at a time
the black hash melts
on my hands into my skin
my blood & bones
some of it was wiped away
with the honey off
my feral fingers at lunch
I feel like passing out
but I’ll write this first
it’s sticky then it’s smooth
I could roll up a ball
and smoke it, I’d rather
lay around and dream
with a body pillow
on both sides sprawled by a fan
while the cicadas light up
like fireworks—like that
thing that happens inside of me
sometimes you just gotta
wait some more
while the leaves wither
the mind wanders
quiet solitude
half way to heaven
I’ll wake up
rock hard and throbbing
knowing you’re out there




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Harvest

The fall
upon us
brings the haunt
of lurching spirits
severed at the stalk
escaping and precipitating
out of our goosebumps.

Wave farewell to the summers frequency
bacterial-viral-atomic
excitement is dwindling
as the fungus rises.

Out of nowhere the hearing
in my left ear gives out
and rings a high octave C note
which fades out slowly
into the spinning electric hissing
of tinnitus.

Somewhere above this layer of grey mist
they crossed a cobra with a pumpkin vine
flaring out from the sun and reaching.

Before I returned from the delineated depths
I was staring at the aurora borealis
deflecting above some city flowing through me.

Then I wondered if it would all come together
underneath the harvest moon waxing
right before it did.