Mescalito 1969
“Here, eat this.”
(“Who was that?”
“Damned if I know.”
“Did you just swallow that pill?!”
“Of course I did.” )… Party time!
Baba Ram Dass to Dr.Timothy Leary:
“Is this as high as we can get?”
Leary to Ram Dass: “I hope not.”
Love in the Age of Tolerance–She is young and beautiful
and still mostly a child
and she is all I am living for these days
But we are here to attend a Phil Ochs concert
not to Mescaline-melt into the terrain
like right now
not to lay nose-down in rich and pebbly topsoil
twining fingers through tree roots
and hearing the buzzing in our ears
that must be Druid chants
from beneath the weathered, paisley bark
of this monumental creature
that pays us no heed
as we grovel at its feet…
and then gibberish
more wet-lipped
topsoil mumblings spitting pebbles
and signifying nothing …
until we come to what senses are left us
and realize that we missed the concert
and go somewhere to eat a hamburger
and then hit the Thruway home