Stradbroke Island

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Stradbroke Island

We traversed our way to the rainforest
or should I say forest,
it was Summer in Australia, afterall.

At the campsite was a large family,
the children were playing
& eating psychoactive mushrooms.

The parents were busy yelling profanities
at each other over a picnic basket
when suddenly & courageously an officer
from the Parks & Wildlife Service
burst through a grove of banksias
riding a donkey.

Fishermen were reaching their bag limit
upon the shore. A lobster was foaming at the mouth.
I started to feel dizzy & collapsed upon the ground,
when it started to rain frogs.

I vomited violently.

As a fully qualified shaman I could read
my future in the zuccini and fettuccine pieces
ejected from my body & quickly boarded a canoe.

"Stalin is dead" I thought &
a feeling of deep relief washed over me.

I recited Psalms
& burnt infringement notices
as I sailed
out to sea.

Sorrow is best felt alone.