Stoned

Stoned 

     In Peter's living room, 

Cathy, Ken, Dan, and I were

laughing: an uproar.

               Peter was chatting 

    up Levertov on the phone,  

so he came into the room,  

waved his arms, '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.

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