Huddled into frozen acid stomach
friends flying on the edge of the Columbia
white peaks, hard, chopped
water pyramids turned to stone
it brought tracers to my eye

acid is a drug made for the young
you must be able to let it all go
relax into the pain
letting the freedom take hold
Will I piss my pants?
The strychnine will not tell me a word

The flag sits laughing
at the top of the pole, flapping
into red and white candy cane
ribbon
grandmothers candy dish of
american hallucinagenic bliss

I lift my hand to my face
fluid and electric
flanked by lovecats
tremoring high in the
hard autumn wind

drawing rainbows of finger strings
onto my black tights
they pour into pointed Beatle boots
I blow electric kisses

we jump up and run
through shining glass
grass that could cut with it's glint

climbing the gazeabo legs
we dance clapping and tapping
in our poisonous fervor
rhythmic flamenco
boiling in the cold

the black and white checkered
lunchbox handbag
sits and watches us
dance in the dawn