The Hippies failed
So miserably 
It makes us
Want to drink

The psychedelics swirl 
Spiraling down and down 
To the bottom
Of the sink

A time of love and flowers
Peace for all on earth 
Chanting for a change
Waiting for the birth

There’s a spider there
Crawling up the stall
Sandal in one hand 
Thwack, that solid squishy sound
Resounds against the wall 

Cowering in the bunker
Or standing on the hill
The rockets red glare, coming
Ready for the kill

The crystal chakra mobile
Spinning in the breeze 
Light still refracts and bends
Before the rainbows freeze 

The unexpected End 
Answering the call
Watch Jesus’ brother Lucifer
Fell , falling, Fall … 

All together now we sing
Just outside of ranges
Intercontinental harbingers 
As the meter changes:

Om Om on the range
Where Shiva gets burned
And Atman returns 
And the Bhagavad Gita all day

Scot Gresham-Lancaster

(Tongue firmly in cheek)

Brunswick ME Nov. 3, 2024