Here’s the amazing, wild and wonderful thing
about mushrooms: a cascading, heavenly rainbow shower
of pulsating red angel-cells. Eat all you can! Yum yum!
And then some. Scoffing like an elf
or a hobgoblin. Till you’re sick to the stomach.
Here blows more and more and
more light-showers of iridescent red.
Heaven is red!
Get your own.
Down to earth. 
Fishermen off the island of Tamarind
Wear stone blocks
Around their necks and ankles
Which keep them underwater
Till their deaths.
Unless a pearl-minded friend
Bewitched by a spout of mercy
Notices the flute of bubbles
And offers a hand of relief
To prolong the Torture of Life. 
The Happy Hangman
‘Death’s dredger delayed,’ cries the Skull and the Cloak,
I wait down at heart, the quay at low tide,
My friends are the rats, the rope and the rocks,
The Ferryman screams by the gate of the docks.
The depths of my soul enracked with my guilt,
To pay for my sins my blood will be spilt,
Too fallen to feel my life has been robbed
My offences to Heaven rise with the smog.
Betwixt Heav’n and Hell my name fit for curse
No appeal judge me granted, my case unrehearsed.
Help never coming, no clear path to steer,
Life my tormentor, my enemy clear. 
I have a flea.
He lives in the mat
By my feet.
If he curses God
And hopes to die
Or maybe Life is rosy
By sucking the blood
Of my feet.
For fun, this fiend;
Fires his belly i’ the sun.
Live and let live, says the flea.