Poem #2,719 | 710 Astbury

I had not attended their
Acid Test party for a few
weeks –
a buck for LSD’s
expansion within –
we’d
see stuff you never have
& screw any stranger –
a
good time inside –
less a
place to play too well –
I
told auld poets –
go fuck
yourselves
[we’ll not be
liked by writers] –
No go-
back to that trip hazard
front room
[now all that
lifeless town is straight]
& meet me by pyramids
[from ‘nother wild time
urged by auld narcotics]