Psychedelic Poem by Jim Boone

In the 20th Century, the 1960’s and
‘70’s were the venues of psychedelic
malcontent

“Sex, Drugs and Rock & Roll” was
the headline; Excess the test for the
hippies and hobosexuals, as psychedelia
expanded the minds of the time’s aware-
ness, and pot, magic mushrooms and
LSD created a hallucinogenic screen
between youth and reality.

Coming to the-valley-of-the-shadow-
of-death, surrounded by a toxic world
that was run by warmongers - killers
of our happy days childhood; keepers
of the Camelot flame, who used it to
ignite the experiences of rebellion in
tandem; hallucinatory and bizarre, one-
on-one after another, laced with vivid
colors and designs that were bright, bold
and abstract

tricks in a trade-off; velvet Elvis, Lotus
Carnation of San Francisco and countless
other glue-artists of the Flower Power
stage of life

survivors and succumbers - friends and
strangers, set free and locked in....
unwilling to run, unwilling to stay; dead
ringers and saved by original intent.

“Talk, about love between my brothers
and my sisters, all over this land.”