2012 -- 4.2 (Spring) Poetry

Acid Angels

By: Brooks Kennedy

Dreams of day-trippers turned acid angels

Flipped the pages of my mind

Strung out Hipsters

Dying in Dumpsters

Dope heads dragging along shadows

Through fields of hazy grass

Borrowing the sixties

Into a modern demise

Realization occurred

When I awoke

And opened my eyes

These angel trippers

Leary and Thompson

Only angels because

They symbolized the trip

The terrifying trip

Trips we all endure

Life and Love