Stoned

Stoned 

     Peter's living room:— 

Cathy, Ken, Dan, and I were laughing 

—an uproar

               but he was chatting 

with Denise Levertov on the phone,  

and he came into the room,  

waved his arms, mouthed shut up.  

Frantic:— he had this thing 

about appearances —though he 

considered himself an outlaw. 

We tried to silence the weed, 

but I can't say we succeeded. 

I was bartending,— nothing as stressful 

          as academe.