Best Hyphae Poems

"Circadian"



In the garden
I planted for you,
somewhere in 
the unplundered
Territory of Hypothalamus,
I found a flower 
who’s name was
You Wouldn’t Know the Truth
“God Help Us”
cried the lost 
Praying Mantis,
“Hear this, the journey
towards Light 
incurs a deep dive 
into Dark Matters bleak,
there in the centre
of betrayal and lies...

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Here we are,
my Bright-Light -
The Slow Discotheque.

Connect your contacts to the mob-mind,
dig the soft-focus that feels like an old future.

Leave your shoes and stockings
by the door,
my Bright-Light -
the spongy fungi carpet
will leave your feet cleaner
than when we came in.

Try the honeysuckle,
my Bright-Light -
it comes in...

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Dear Human
I am glad you came to me seeking rede.
Surprised that my intelligence is greater.
and different than yours.-nuff said.

You are wondering how this is possible?
Are species is pan galactic.- plausible.

All cells  neuron’s as you scientists surmise ,
Terrestrial cells are 2-20 micro meters in length...

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On cloud-pressed evenings
you hear them being delivered
when the choral earth
is soft and swelling.


A creaking growth
a crèche of mycelia
confined in dark dilations.

Together hydrous hyphae hum
while fungal buds umbrella
shaping wet white moons
from a spore bearing fusion.

They appear, glowing-
fat with light, new babies,
each button a bombshell
of umami

in the...

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Spore your appreciation, edification, information...,
orchestration, and utilization,
a moss fungi (fun guy) attests his marriage
synonymous with symbiotic relationship.

Nostalgic acquiescence about fictitious life,
oblivescence about current travails
and reminiscence about
transcendence into utopia
prompts me to revisit livingsocial,
now that yours truly
among the grateful dead.

As a saprophyte,
the missus buzzfeeds off me lovely...

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