High Sierra -- edit 4

[maximumjake]

i found it hard to follow but hey...that's drugs for you
you have some really good lines but many of them go nowhere in particular. that said some of the images stand out as really good. you'll see lots of posts on ambiguity in the site. for me this errs on the side of being too ambiguous. a suggestion is to try and connect the lines to what ever image you have in a way that allows the reader to connect.

thanks for the read.

It was 1 tab of medium strength acid, and ~1.8g of strong mushrooms, and I think the poem sort of began in my head when I took a hit of MDMA (few hours or so after the acid and mushrooms), watching the band Lettuce perform their late night set. Molly tastes like concentrated copper (metallic smells).

Once that happened I was completely spun for a while, incapable of conversing with anyone...I inadvertently rejected a cute blond trying to casually chat me up, who was working for live nation...she was on MDMA and maybe coke, and I destroyed her by not being able to form any answers...she had to sit down and was comforted by a girlfriend, whose boyfriend kept looking at me like I'm the asshole the whole time, but I had no idea what had just transpired...

the second stanza was reflective of me turning down a hit of DMT the next night, still with half a head full of other psychedelics, and full on recently consumed, ultra-strength sativa tincture (thank the good doctor)...which is not unlike taking acid. I wanted to revisit the DMT...because I've never tried it before, and when I smoked something comparable (extract of salvia), it caused me to become The Hulk...

but that's a different story. Don't worry, no poems.

You have a remarkable memory or a remarkable facility for make-believe. Your "recall" in detail of what shit you say you incorporated corporeally is nothing short of photographic...I can remember enjoying a Psilocybe semilanceata sandwich on a Friday night back in '73. After that, nothing. Blank. I only remembered my name last week after a strong black coffee with or without sugar...that I cannot recall. Details bloody details
tectak

You know, I had no good answer to this until now...the mushroom high back in `73 was probably pretty insignificant to you in the grand scope of things...whatever visions came were evidently not meaningful enough to cause permanent change in your life...something so important to your very existence that your brain will not allow you to forget it. To me, most of my acid space could be considered an extended flashbulb memory of sorts.

Or who knows, maybe decades from now, life will have sucked it out of me and I will forget how transformative it was. Hope not.