Our Woodstock Trip
“ look at you,
getting groovy,”
yucky hair boinging
and bouncing,
with every jive,
daddy twinkles
psychedelic escapism,
mud squishes
and oozes
between my piggies,
“jemi hendix,”
and love.
“get down with it,
baby girl,”
eyes close
dress twirls
in purple haze
star spangled heroin.