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