I'm going to attach two jpegs of some poems I wrote a few days after my very first LSD trip in 1986 while living in Seattle. These just spilled out of me, where they came from I don't know - beyond thinking that Seattle was the town in the mist in the midst of the sea, and that I lived on the top floor of a building at the crest of Capital Hill - a 'tree' in my head at the time. One thing about the first one ... it has the phrase "Season of Treason" in it. I keep coming across this phrase of late, often in commentary on internet news sites. Once again, I invite any one who may read this to ask me questions! I'm getting lonely people!
Here they are:
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