Friday, May 8, 2020

Like Far-Out Totally Drug Trippin', Man - poem

Lawrence Hall
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

Like Far-Out Totally Drug Trippin’, Man

A pill or two, inhaling funny stuff
Green stripes floating before and through my eyes
Oh, wow, dude, and maybe behind my eyes
The sixties regrooved in day-glow colored lights

Floating above this alien planet, I was
A dream aloft, or lofting up a dream
Shankaring that zitaring ups we go
That falls like moonbeams on a blue-slept sea

For an hour disharmony seemed resolved -
Oh, why does there have to be dentistry involved?

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