Back Flash

 Having a Sixties back flash…

not a flashback hallucination

driving ninety towards Barstow,

no, looking back and flashing on

what that time meant to me.

Consciously, semi-consciously...

intoxication stimulating memory…

listening to that music…

the smell of fresh cut alfalfa….

summer heat at night…the too

still air…crickets and owls…the

distant  freight train…

…all night at the train station

drinking communion wine, burgled

from the Catholic Church in 

Northfield…walking past dorms in

the morning  with Peter, singing out

loud and getting yelled at.

The music was a big reason why that 

time was so powerful…and, why this 

time is not, from the “waky waky, eggs 

and baky.” point of view.

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We had to backwash the filter for the 

swimming pool, to wash the crap back 

out through a drain, so, then, the filter 

would once again work effectively. 

I think LSD

did the same thing for the brain.

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Since life didn’t come with an instruction

manual, let’s face it, we’ve all been making

it up all along, or, we bought someone else’s

trip, and identified with that. Horribly simple

minded, no matter how smart we think we are.

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That’s why we did that….uh…the Sixties

…it was the beginning of evolution therapy, 

although, we didn’t know that then. It was 

like we discovered fire, but were only vaguely 

aware of what it was for.