WATERWASH
the scenery recedes
inside this rainbow
being born out of our unfolding intimate world
and digging into my hollow pockets for some stone mind
to realize another Woodstock dream,
it had better crystallize this time,
as these friends are running around
planting more flowers than ideas,
and what we all need here is a little less phantasmagoria,
and a lot more
Black
or White
(slowly, while the trappings settled over the covered mirrors,
my sister singed what was left of her false eyelashes,
and immediately
i knew i had to drop out
or return to the circus)
11/7/70