Fairy House

Fronds of fans striped and fibrous,
jagged sharp shadows cutting temporal flesh
neuron from neuron until you are dazed, drowsy-eyed,
and laze with dumb and stupid head. Yet even
the accumulation of solid green teeming spaces
no match for mushrooms lifting gills to sky.
Spores of filtering psilocybe poison,
each acid-hearted diamond measure
corrupting simple peace and ease of mind.
Walk around those fairy rings, my sweet,
and skip the whispering traps of green within.
Those fairies dance not for your life or love,
but for the idle cradle of your soul.