Someone must have told me
because I remember it. Women
in Switzerland are allowed to vote.
in Switzerland are allowed to vote.
Not in every election, but some of them.
I wonder if it’s liberating?
I am lying on my back in a field in Essex
having taken too much Acid and watching comets
smear themselves between stars in the clear night sky
while music swirls (in colour) from a stage that earlier
I would have sworn, was facing the other way. I read
newspaper accounts of where I was, after the event
and apparently it was marred by violence.
Hell’s Angels fighting with security.
Fires (almost) out of control. The main
thing I remember is a girl called Heidi.
Heidi dancing without her top.
Barclay James Harvest and the Faces.
Quintessence and the Groundhogs.
Edgar Broughton.
I must take another tab.
The moon’s a little crumbly.
Essex doesn’t seem so bad, considering.
It’s where I saw Heidi, dancing.