Psychedelic Poetry

Psy angel
Woman of my dreams
Hemp sandaled
There is none like you among the dancers
None with such deft fingers.

I have not found you in the tents
In the broken darkness
I have not found you in the crowd
Among the women with glowsticks.

Your arms are as a young sapling under the bark
Your face as a river with psychedelic lights.

You guard the decks
Watching carefully
Bringing the gift
Of the psytar.



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