Fungus mushroom grows healthfully
Within deep dark breaths
A moldy forest of discovery.
Smoothed capped exterior
Eclipses sutured gills underneath
Of people, Self
And any series of unfortunate events.
Picking at both the dead and the living.
How many hairs up your nose
Make you rub your face and turn away?
How far will your hamstrings stretch?
I am impish and odd
But love something fierce.
Might be poisonous
Enough to prick
Depending upon which
Foliage you select and cultivate.
You pass by
Leaving me unnoticed.