Witch's Salad

Eating wild foods is not for the ignorant.  You've seen my posts here about some delicious greens and fruits that I've enjoyed for free.  You gotta remember I've been studying this stuff on and off for about 35 years.  Here are some pics of stuff from the yard that might look tempting but which I WILL NOT EAT, at least not without further education.  And I wrote some song lyrics about it, too.  Let's call it "Witch's  Salad" for now.  Copyright 2010.

Times are so hard

Our gardener, se llama Brujo, rode the Big Gray Dog back to Mexico

Out in the yard

Once manicured and green, a strange new garden of Eden grows

No gas to get to the grocery store

And if it’s still there I’m not even sure

And I’ve never been so hungry before

My belly growls like a hateful hound

So I stuff it with a witch’s salad

Any weeds that spring from the broken ground

Mushrooms and nightshade and belladonna

Blind as a bat and the brain turns to bone

Thorn apple, moonflower, mad as a hatter

Hotter than hell and the heart runs alone

Mescalito with a red umbrella

Eyes shine with black and my tongue is like stone

My third eye sees better than ever

Hotter than hell and the heart runs alone

 

I see the flaming sword

Of the cherubim

At the eastern gate

Never let me in

My tortured mind sees eternal flame

It’s just the landfill burning off the methane

I see the tentacles

Of the mighty one

In a filthy pool

Gonna drag me in

My tortured mind sees Cthulhu squirm

It’s a reflection blowing in a windstorm

I see the gaping void

Of the black abyss

Cold nothingness

Inside all of us

My tortured mind sees what it sees

And the abyss is looking back at me

It’s looking back at me, it’s staring at me

It’s me!