Wednesday, August 12, 2009

"The Strung-Out Hippie Love Song (1968)"

She is perfume-

She is a flower in bloom:

She is psychedelic music
In an hallucinogenic room.

I can say
She is a high,
Like from the art
Of the VW van apothecary:

That turns you into an addict-

That makes your heart beat
As fast as the run of a time warping rabbit.

She is all thereof-

She is sheer love...

She's pure gold,
Where all the other girls are brass:

She's a testimony to my future-

So for her,
I give up all
The other lovely
Incense addled ladies-
To the visions of my past....

{Written after watching some old music clips from the late '60s on YouTube}

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