Feed the Trees:

[strangeclouds]

He told me once-
Indians ate mushrooms to be more spiritual...
I thought about Indians a lot after that.
The sun beat down on my song and I,
as we sat beneath a shadeless and naked tree,
When she asked me, "What have you got there?"
I blinked, and took my "happy pill" from my mouth
and stared at it for a second.
Lifting my eyebrows, I said,
"Nothing that fucks with your brain..."
A smirk creeped across my face as my, hard-to-swallow
returned to an interrupted mouth-
to continue sucking at it's bittersweet coating.
I then watched her,
as she pursed her lips thoughtfully.
as she stared above at the outstretched bony fingers of our tree,
"I wonder what Indians did all day," she then said.
I thought about it for a moment.
"They fed trees." I replied.
Which- seemed like a good idea to me,
since all our trees now,
Seem-
Well,
So skinny...

#nosmileys

[toolshed0673]

i loved ur poem. its beautiful.

[strangeclouds]

thank you. so much.