First party at Ken Kesey's
with Hell's Angels.
Cool black night through the red woods,
cars parked outside in the shade
behind the gate,
stars dim above the ravine,
a fire burning by the side porch,
and a few tired souls hunched
over in black leather jackets.
In the huge wooden house,
a yellow chandelier at 3 a .m., and the blast of loudspeakers,
hi -fi Rolling Stones, Ray Charles Beatles,
Jumping Joe, Jackson,
and 20 youths dancing to the vi
bration through the floor
A little marijuana in the bathroom,
girls in scarlet tights,
one muscular, smooth -skinned man
sweating, dancing for hours
Beer cans bent, littering the yard
A hanged man
Sculpture dangling from a
high creek branch
Children sleeping softly
in their bedroom bunks
And four police cars parked outside the
painted gate
Red lights revolving in the leaves
Thank you very
That concludes you have please