The echos are nice
if you keep a clean house.
We each hear our note amid the rest
and so listen … raw note.
…and if the cloth is to be frawth with meaning
and I do it here … then where else?
calling’ bottom line … dropping’ acid
and if it’s just because I dropped?
In an acid trip any reflection is a glare.
Why is it, on acid, I can feel being
give rise to being
like that warm fire that rises from my stomach
and invades every fiber.
Men I can respect are beginning to form pictures
around me … Bach, Rajneesh …
I’ve been thru the ones who write about it
It is! It’s with what respect we give it.
07-11-80 (lsd)
— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —
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