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[aid] => Mick
[title] => first trip - summer '68
[time] => 2002-12-01 04:20:00
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[bodytext] => § it was a friendly little capsule - light pink before the sunshiney windows and red velvet curtains - the room massive beauty around ancestors & trinkets - table i slept under carpet for blanket - hair matted in dust - the couch & armchairs - old friends from Mandraxed & red-wine nights poems writing blissful loving wonder
§ altogether friendly then & soft summer day to explore & wander in - i placed the soft bendy half capsule on my tongue - Strawberry Fields forever § leaving - Matt, Brian, Jim, Maureen & I - walk to the moor adrenaline flowing - after all it was the first time - Brian's the night before, Matt's too § today Matt is on Hollis Brown - wild thin enthusiast - Hollis had opium or something § we walk by the river to the moor - sun shining kindly on us - through the moor to a soft mossy dell and heather spongy openness - sitting together on warm rocky plateau § twenty minutes then of pure heavenly laughter and chuckling at everything there was - heartfelt warm glowing can't turn the mouth down - it just wont obey - smiley safe happy... § then we saw the horizon approaching malevolent - threat of deathly strangeness - time to go - Maureen bounding down the little dirt path - giant friendly rabbit leaping - and inside my head long long sensual streaks of fine turqoise red & green crystal liquids and words floating stretching round between my ears § then the soaring power unlimited unstoppable surge inside up up up to my head - no way to stop this surging power - think of something mundane quick! TV tonight - anything! § Lying back on the heather looking up into the blue peaceful breathing out again - silent ghostly indians dance round the sun § us grouped by the bushes - Jim's nose: the detail! - see the friends in spirit - bare naked being - timeless love fills me - the soft helpless tapestries are awake for this tiny window only § walking back & the bushes glow with life force - me saying always wow inside § & the road, cars flying so close - i 'know' i can bend pliable under those wheels and out the other side - but a smiling voice tickles me inside & whispers not to try § back we sit snug on the carpet § Jim's dog Duke wanders curious playfully aware of some alteration - Jim's mum brings me toasted cheese - i gaze stunned, bemused trying to get this - i give it to Duke § the music swirls moving my mind eternal jimi playing ladyland - the tree through the window is a cascade of branches reaching to the sky in chain reaction patterns § in my head an intensely green dragon with replicas sprouting from nose & ears § girl asks how i feel - like a tiny child - i tell her about the giant sponge filling my head § & wander to the toilet on the landing - sitting there i can't remember how you do this - where are those mind-body triggers? - funny - i smile at how other this is § coming down slowly 10 - 12 hours the nerves tingle comfort - warm loving fingers of peace descend - and the night wraps around us - the waltzer slows to a stop and we lie dazed and tingling washed up on the shore - we have survived frontal assualt on mind, body, brain and being § will life ever look the same again? § [comments] => 2 [counter] => 183 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Steeleyes [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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