Fun Gal, Fun Guy!

mushrooms may just very well save the world,

the mycelium running to absorb our sins.

staring at a bowl of fruit, a not so still life on the table,

perfectly arched bananas over one lone pear,

a quince sits atop pomegranates hiding a dirty little secret

in a bunch of red delicious apples. one bad wormhole,

oranges rhymes with oranges where green mold grows.

nothing lives in isolation, a study. painted microscopic,

mystery solved in one bite with the juices running

down the sides of my mouth and my hands in the messy

theory. take it apart, breaking open the still life from chalkboard

quotes in the kitchen, “you’re not a man, you’re a mushroom”,

“well a peach has a lovely taste and so does the mushroom

but you can’t put the two together”, like antoine and arthur.

the spongy little bastards don’t appreciate being sliced.

candy cap chases turkey tail, a real fun gal...a real fun guy!

written in blood in cutting board drippings “let no man put asunder”!

mushrooms may just very well save the world,

the mycelium running to absorb our sins.

rising in the smell of seduction in a wine sauce reduction,

on and on her fungal drone and his fungi fetish swirled.

from bioremediation, to filter mats for runoff, to mycotecture

building structures furnished in molded fungi furniture.

i can’t take any more. like the motto claims, “when it rains it spores”!

hell, they come in so many shapes and those bright colors,

fat blue bulbs, tall slender pink. spiky yellow and fleshy green,

hairy mycena and blue leratiomyces, so many more not yet seen.

painting dried mushrooms soaking in brine, tasted on breath,

bet one could survive in the ice finger brinicle of death,

creeping seawater sponge, its tiny network of brine channels within.

mushrooms may just very well save the world,

the mycelium running to absorb our sins.