Strange Times At Number 3 – A Psychedelic Memory

Just playing with my recording software and this emerged after a couple of hours.  This poem refers to an acid trip n 1971 when I lived at number 3 King William Walk in Greenwich.

STRANGE TIMES AT NUMBER 3

There were strange times at number 3

After Johnny Butt slipped me a tab

I lay there tripping in the dark

I saw trees dancing in the park

Ray stick man waving at donkeys

Bo and bob walk in through the wall

The naval college collapse into dust

The Cutty Sark shoot flames into the sky

 

That day i took that orange wedge

I slipped over the rainbow’s edge

Into the sunshine,

Orange sunshine

California sunshine

Owsley sunshine

All the way from Berkeley

 

Salmon sandwiches glow florescent pink

Took a sip from a kaleidoscopic drink

Tappy busy throwing dustbins at the queen

Audie Murphy got the red badge again

Sweetie Allen hits another ball for six

Count Waldronski leads a line of lunatics

Boris drops mandies in King William Walk

I swear I heard my dog start to talk

 

That day I took that orange wedge

I slipped over the rainbow’s edge

Into the sunshine,

Orange sunshine

California sunshine

Owsley sunshine

All the way from Berkeley

Very strange days at number 3

Copyright: Harry Rogers, 12-04-2012

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