Damp, drab concrete, like Amsterdam.
Full Moon over Glastonbury but I'm not high on any substance
other than an over priced Latte.
Disappointing it was.
I had been many years before.
This was perhaps my third visit.
The last time, I left a friend in a pub eating pickled eggs.
I haven't seen him since.
Wounded Seekers in Faerie Outfits and Zombie Masks
artificially happy.
It's a heavy burden to put on any town.
No crystals, incense or deep spiritual books did I buy
but a box of tissues in the Co-Op to clean up the mess
from a knockdown Florida Salad that had leaked in my rucksack.
Spirituality!
Even though I don't want to believe it
I'm starting to think it's just
Escapism!
.jfif)
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