Businessman's Lunch

i had some DMT today

and it turns out

my backyard is a forest

in another plane

of existence

my backyard is a subtropical jungle

of it's own choice

nothing to do with me

nothing to do with the drugs

i saw no elves

not one

selfish elves

shellfish dwells

and the forest it swells

i saw hounds in shadows

sleek and black

fleeing from my periphery

like flat tears from

another dimension

fattened and running

freely through the undergrowth

but the forest

pretended it was all mine

for at least twenty minutes

the trees thought

they were on something

i thought i

was on something

it wasn't wet

it wasn't dry

i was relaxed

i wasn't angry

i wasn't sad

it was somewhere else

beyond that,

way beyond that

i wasn't angry

i wasn't tense

i was mellow Moogy

i was in and out of my head

it was so leafy