Hey, I saw a photo of us
when we were young and beautiful
like the magic world
that found us lying on the bed
during our first acid trip
rainbow colors
mixed with soundz
side-splitting laughter.
First you said the Hamms’ bear
from the Sky Blue commercial
was in your socks—
almost howled them off.
Tried to recall the words
to Hickory Dickory Dock
and got it wrong—
did the mouse run up or down—
we laughed ourselves to sleep.
Those were the Days my friend
we thought they’d never end
But cats came on the scene
cut the pills for profit,
drove us hippies
out of our synaesthetic dreams.
Soon our hitchhiking minds
only took bad trips
and poof the magic.
Originally Published in Rat's Ass Review