powdered shrooms.

in an effort to escape from reality
and impress you with my willingness
to try just about anything, consumed
in bad ideas and experimentation.
"is this too much" no, says the handsome
fella to my right. sipping scotch in a
proper glass and also a coors light...
how will this go.
her idea was to go elsewhere, otherwise
I would've (ben) safe to say better off
had we stayed in the same place,
rather it is how the story goes.
blurred lines and many hours later to
awaken to a gorgeous sunrise with
her majesty the crescent moonshine
covered in sand. he said I refused to
leave, so he left me there.  no shoes
but luckily the belongings that matter
most still in my possession. miles away
from a place of leaving and a few marks
to show I indeed fell. how did this unfold?

I wasted it on a mere chance that I
could trip with you.  now it's all blurry
and possibly possessed with the chance
you'll write me off due to my untimely
Behavior.