Party I & Party II

I. (Hazy)
Make the great pilgrimage to the Mecca of the mind on a misty morning
of marijuana meditation
Ride the caravan to the far-flung corners of careless thought ‘cause
We spend our days downstream, dazed
In a downdream marijuana haze
And we must pay homage
But
We bow not before some weird black stone from the sky
Nor before the great pyramids testamented to nothing but injustice and our own stupidity
Nor any other silly shrine
We pay it simply to ourselves
And the chemical combinations we call our selves
taking tokes in the mean meaningless madly moaning morning
having sexual intercourse with blades of grass on our skin

II. (Dazey)
Climb the great mountain at the bottom of the sea of drunkenness
Immerse the heart of hearts in obeisance at the apex
Bow before the obelisk of drunken alcohol
For tonight we dine on wine and enshrine all the forgotten memories
All the impromptu perfect poetry
All the garbage flung from our trashy smashed mouths,
Shouted slurs at 3am slung with high hopes
That heaven might crack open and crack up with us
The chair teetering at 5am
These are all relics
Of times partially forgotten and exhaustively recounted
And now placed at the drowned drunken peak of Mount Party in an offering to the evening.

JWR & NDW