Mushrooms and Illusive Dreams

so he said
whats so illusive
about dreams

they linger
like smoke
through your entrails

I said

they are elusive
you can't touch them
they don't exist

a joint shared
nothing exploded
he chewed mushrooms

he laughed

your smoke
are coloured spirals
through your entrails

we became butterflies
then little pinpricks
of light

we crashed and slept
dreaming of illusive dreams
and coloured entrails

sunsets and sunrises
became one
like rainbows after rains

Peace reigned.