I'm Going To Hurl.

I'm going to hurl I said

what's the difference if it comes out of the top instead of the bottom

and it came out of the top

with an involuntary tightening of the body

the barely digested digestives glistened in the light of the streetlamp

for a moment I thought I saw Christ's face in the vomit

or Charles Manson

I couldn't be sure

The Mushrooms had obviously kicked in

My sanity gave me a break and took a back seat

and watched like a mother duck watches a duckling

it has to let the duckling learn one stupid way or another

but will warn it of danger if need be

there was no danger here

just nonsense

laughing at nothing

trying to make sense of my own hands

seeing everything as if for the first time

beauty in the gentle movements of the oak tree

Then the man in the polo shirt walked by

frowning

eyes darting at and away from me

I was filled with horror

I wished for my mother

for my bed

I'm going to hurl I said.