nice, here's a "psychedelic"-ish poem i wrote for a creative writing class a while back when we were assigned to write a sonnet...
The Kesey Chronicles:
Stanford, 1959
Things are starting to get interesting.
I am meant to be here, this time and place.
I feel we are on the cusp of something,
not just me, but the entire human race.
I am a guinea pig for a study
on psychedelic drugs, that's what they say.
I had wondered who put up the money,
it turned out to be the damn CIA.
LSD, mescaline, DMT, its no lie!
Also psilocybin and cocaine too,
They've kept everyone here scary high.
All of us nuts should move into a zoo.
"The first flew east, and the second flew west,
and the last one flew over the cuckoo's nest.1"
Stanford 1962
Research for "One Flew…" was financed by crooks,
but it gave me many great memories,
enough, I think, for a really good book.
People now know what it is to be "crazy."
systems of control were sought with those drugs,
I've shown this to many people by now.
That should fuck with all those government thugs.
Now that I've written down exactly how
sinister these subtle and coercive
Methods of controlling people can be.
The Enlightenment spirit I shall revive.
Reminding people to die or live free.
"Now that I've lived in the country and the town
I've a great notion to jump 'n the river 'n drown."
Between San Francisco and New York, 1964
Again a success with "Sometimes a Great…"
So much so I'm required in New York.
Painting a bus, that's how we celebrate.
Owsley shot Ginsberg, with a champagne cork.
Crossing the country, turning people on
At every stop and sometimes in between
Rarely getting into bed before dawn;
Spreading truth is the American Dream.
tried to stop and meet Leary, but he was
coming down from one hell of a long trip.
seventy-two hour binge? That's what he does.
I think maybe he gulps when he should sip.
"the bus came, I got on, then it began...
… we rode the bus to never-ever land."
California, 1965
The parties to end all parties, we'll throw the best
The Dead are playing, we're their best audience
Its not just a party, also a test.
Kool-aid for all! It makes such perfect sense.
Hippies and Hell's Angels will all be there.
Celebrating the test of their mettle,
If you ego dissolves, try not to scare.
As for normal states of mind, why settle?
I could talk of inter-subjectivity
Til my face turns a pale shade of blue
But for all of your sake and brevity
If you can conceive it, it can be true.
Masses stopped to form a mind of their own
and "stare at our Technicolor motorhome."
San Mateo County Jail, June 1967
Now this is some real bullshit "Knowingly
being in a place where marijuana
is possessed," were the charges. I'm guilty
then. Should've stayed in Puerto Vallarta.
I even faked my suicide. Left my
favorite pair of shoes to help sell it.
Its sure not my fault they didn't all buy.
Life on the lamb, Ha! I was gonna quit.
I was only riding it out til the
shit blew over. I even had "shaky
amnesty" from the local Colima
government, for whatever that's worth. I
had to push it and get back to the Bay
All was well til I was trapped on the freeway
:D
