Cool black night thru redwoods <br />cars parked outside in shade <br />behind the gate, stars dim above <br />the ravine, a fire burning by the side <br />porch and a few tired souls hunched over <br />in black leather jackets. In the huge <br />wooden house, a yellow chandelier <br />at 3 A.M. the blast of loudspeakers <br />hi-fi Rolling Stones Ray Charles Beatles <br />Jumping Joe Jackson and twenty youths <br />dancing to the vibration thru the floor, <br />a little weed in the bathroom, girls in scarlet <br />tights, one muscular smooth skinned man <br />sweating dancing for hours, beer cans <br />bent littering the yard, a hanged man <br />sculpture dangling from a high creek branch, <br />children sleeping softly in their bedroom bunks. <br />And 4 police cars parked outside the painted <br />gate, red lights revolving in the leaves. <br /> <br /> December 1965<br /><br />Allen Ginsberg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-party-at-ken-kesey-s-with-hell-s-angels/
