These woods are a fine place

to meander, one comes across

these mushrooms that grow

like glowing orange brains out

of the rotting tree stumps, and

I know they say you’re really not

supposed to eat them, that your

liver metabolizes them into some

chemical compound that’s the active

ingredient in rocket fuel, but, well,

I did eat them, three or four or ten,

the whole mess sliding down my gullet

like giddy butter, and I don’t regret

it either, prepare to be amazed by red,

yellow and orange sparking from my

fingertips, I am the one true rocket

man, it’s crazy what you can find out

here when you know how to look, these

woods are a peaceful place to find one’s

true calling, to learn how to ignite, to

fly to the moon, or even further reaches.