Those lysergic salad day
are long, long gone
but the memories
and delusions persist
The chaos and madness
that permeated those days
ecstatically dancing
in Fairmount Park;
perfect silhouettes
atop the bleachers of the Greek
melting into paintings
by Dali & Van Gogh
& scribbling mad notes
with crayons and markers
on brick walls and cardboard boxes
The perimeters expanded and contracted
like the effortless breathing
of a Zen Yoga guru
and we nearly dashed
over the precipice
The tie dyed colours ble
and discordant sounds
eventually found harmony.
I’d like to think
a little wisdom was attained
but that remains to be seen.
Salad Dayz
"nearly dashed over the precipice" - Those were the days :D
Amazingly some of us are
Amazingly some of us are still standing
Yup
Pretty easy...
© Ground
and fondly recalled
and fondly recalled