1970 Psychedelic Musing

Written while tripping with Renee, Tarot reader and her kitten 


Rob Boyte
New Orleans 1970


See the cat
Chasing its tail,
See the witch
Play with her veil,
See the poet
Watching, waiting,
A ship without sails.


A sinking ship
Deserting drowning rats,
Seeking solace slips
Beneath the darkening depths.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Depressed?  Aimless?  Dunno, because this was the one and only thing I wrote while tripping on acid.

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