First Party At Ken Keseys With Hells Angels

Cool black night thru redwoodscars parked outside in shadebehind the gate, stars dim abovethe ravine, a fire burning by the sideporch and a few tired souls hunched overin black leather jackets.  In the hugewooden house, a yellow chandelier at 3 A.

M. the blast of loudspeakershi-fi Rolling Stones Ray Charles

Jumping Joe Jackson and twenty youthsdancing to the vibration thru the floor,a little weed in the bathroom, girls in scarlettights, one muscular smooth skinned mansweating dancing for hours, beer cansbent littering the yard, a hanged mansculpture dangling from a high creek branch,
children sleeping softly in their bedroom bunks.

And 4 police cars parked outside the paintedgate, red lights revolving in the leaves.