Here we are, Gryffyndor or Slytherin,
yet so wrapped up in the things we’re wrapped in.
Friday makes philosophy, of the kind alkaline beverages elicit,
deep water fording,
or just sophomoric horse-shit.
What can you make of this,
A pterodactyl or a brooch?
What can we glean from this,
sickness or reproach?

OK, shutting up now;
happy weekend, you mass–
(or individual chemical re-balancing– )
opiate sufferers.

Timothy Leary’s dead.

Long live awareness.