from my first psychedelic days........after my first 'reefer' 1966
Written, Discarded and Rediscovered, a
poem written on a scrap of paper, with a 'property of the U.S. government pen'........I must have heard "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" before writing this......I assume, anyway...but the poem is dated 1967!....Who knows? I must have been smoking something in Werner's private bath room on the top of Building 4200! On another scrap of paper.....were the lyrics to 'White Rabbit'......Go ask Alice!
I sat in tweed and redwood, thinking;
But, lost in thinking, fell asleep, and dreaming, dreamt
Of curious torn plastic trees
And tangerine lemonade stands,
An arc of animals, helter skelter...running,
My palms against their backs.
Water and straws, ice cubes and limericks,
Poems of cream and of plums--
Redolent roses, fresh grass and Keats;
Hallux distortion, Charles Darwin's feet,
Yellow parakeets, blue crocuses and peyote flowers,
Effete generations of scarabs and of dung...
And.....dancers, revolving on marmalade trees,
Crushing hands against typewriter ribbons, riveted...
Porous fingers, damp skin,
Flashing orange oranges and rolling red pins;
The sound of that rose in the green blown vase,
Love, without passion, and spectrums of Light,
Still, yet touched by slender fingers......lightly.....
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