Why I Don'T Do Acid Anymore Poem by Tom Foster

Outside my house
There are these flowers
That open with the sun like violet fire
And when I see them I think to myself
Ya’ know I’d like to dropp some acid and
Just stare
Stare at those neon purple petals
Just one or two hits
Nothing much
Kind’a reconnect to the good old days
But then
Reality intrudes and I realize
I rarely have five minutes to spare
Let alone eight hours in which to dip into the waters of madness
What would I tell the children
Excuse me kids but daddy’s dangerously unbalanced right now
And if my wife ever found out
That I dropped around the children well
Suffice to say that it wouldn’t be pretty
So I guess I can say that’s what stops me
Too much reality to take care of
I got friends who keep sayin’
Tavis let’s go out to the desert
Fry
Dance around the fire and
That sounds like fun
Really
But when I think about it
I don’t know if I feel like it
I feel old mostly
Old and tired
When I think about taking acid
The first thought in my mind is
The hours spent battling my sub-conscience
A test of will to retain control
And
I need at least a day to get back up to speed
So I guess I can say that’s what stops me and
Maybe if they had some kind’a
I don’t know
Half hour acid
Where you could dropp and thirty minutes later be back in the real world
But I gotta say
That I might not even then ya’ see
‘Cause there are times
When I’ll be sitting at a stop light or
At the park with my kids and
All of a sudden I get that tingle in my cheeks
Everything seems electrified
Just slightly skewed
I always say to myself
Whoa
Laugh
I mean it only last a minute or two
And I guess that’s what stops me
Maybe I feel I’ve done enough
Maybe I worry I’ve done to much
So ya’ see
One day
I’ll be out mowing the lawn or
Digging in the garden
I’ll have one of those
Sporadic moments
I can stop
Stare at the little purple flowers
And for me
For now
That will be good enough