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Fine Art student party in the nineties

Innovative art on the walls

They might all end up unemployed but they know how to party

Everyone was on acid

Gold keys

And there was a back room with glowing star stickers

So you could pretend you were God looking out over the universe.

I started to freak out

And saw a thousand foot high monster with hundreds and hundreds of eyes

The fear set in

Paranoia crawled up my spine for a while

But then I mellowed out a bit

And had a good time

The trick

Is never to think

I shouldn’t have taken that fucking trip

Medical Marijuana Doctors

Captain Conehead has balls of brass

Captain Conehead has an iron plated ass

Captain Conehead says pull that cone

Captain Conehead has a huge bone

Captain Conehead says skoll that beer

Captain Conehead isn’t queer

Captain Conehead will kick your ass

Captain Conehead will smoke your grass

Captain Conehead writes dodgy poems

Captain Conehead sees underpants gnomes

Captain Conehead takes lots of drugs

Captain Conehead buys them from bullies and thugs

Captain Conehead is single and free

Captain Conehead drops LSD

Captain Conehead is a psychedelic freak

Captain Conehead is strong not weak

We smoke cannabis

Posted: December 20, 2016 in poetry
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bud

We smoke cannabis

It’s so good for us

Pull another cone

And get really stoned

Have a shot of smack

And get really wacked

Do some LSD

Then some ecstacy

Please stay off the ice

It’s not very nice

I like doing drugs

Sometimes I see bugs

Tripping out my head

I will soon be dead

cure
One time in the nineties The Cure were coming to town
The Cure were so cool, probably best in the eighties but still a potent force for black trousers and dancing in the dark to dispel fears of normality
My mates and I decided to line up five days before tickets went on sale at the Entertainment Centre
There were amazing people there in the line, all dressed in black, icicle cool and groovy
Boys and girls with black eyeliner celebrating all that is dark
I played Cure and Nick Cave songs on my guitar and flirted with the gorgeous gothic women
I almost fell in love with one of them as she held my head in her lap
And every day there were people going up and down the line selling acid and pot
I dropped strawberry acid trips five days in a row and didn’t have one bad trip
Timothy Leary would be proud- set and setting were perfectly divine
Time was totally distorted, I blinked my eyes and hours passed, but a minute could be an extended eternity
In every precious moment sunlight was transforming the world into diamond speckled water-colour abstractions and tessellating patterns of colour were everywhere
I could see little pixie people, dressed in black running all over the place and the Akashic records of my every thought and impulse scrolling out before me
Then I could see a thousand time-lines of a thousand intertwined souls reverberating to the music of the spheres
A glimpse of eternity in every moment and at night the stars were mutating into oscillating fractals of mutant energy and light
I saw thousand foot high monsters with hundreds and hundreds of eyes but I wasn’t scared
The power cables that set the universe in motion became visible and formed intricate patterns in the air
But when I went home, and had the tickets I was overcome by a peculiar sensation
I suddenly thought I was Birthday Party era Nick Cave and covered my stack-hat with poignant desperate poetry
Then I put it on, refused take it off and started sprouting profound gibberish of black nights dancing to Sisters of Mercy, desperate death lurking at every corner and mad conspiracies of angelic gothic women whispering my name to bring down Moloch
I wasn’t making much sense so my parents took me to the hospital
They gave me some pills and I fell asleep, still wailing the military industrial complex and the police conspiracy to destroy fun in my twisted brain
When I woke up in the morning they said I had had a drug induced psychosis
I didn’t learn any lessons and when the time for the concert came I dropped acid again
It was tremendous I could see sound and hear the colours howling secret melodies of the night
But I did forget who the guy singing with the funny mop of hair was for a while