Rocks and green apples

Many years ago now
Mexican mushrooms
In the New Mexico Desert
4 young men
and the vultures
circling
over our heads

The tripping was good
as were our friendship
Blue sky
Sunshine
Red dirt
Rocks and sand

We had water
weed
and green apples
the day was ours
all quite adventurous

As the sky crytalized
and things started to heat up
I heard screaming from a hilltop
Long mournful screams
It was Shaun
getting rid of the pain
and anger
from his polluted cribbled
soul
The poor bastard carried around
so much shit
that he was ready to burst

I sat down in the sun
my legs didn't really work
Watched that beautiful horizon
and searched for god
in the pebbles
between my feet.


(by Jesper Lehmkuhl)