In typical fashion
Wondering around a gallery
‘Bout high society
I notice this hot one
Come out of a screening
Of a man playing cards
On acid
She stands next to me
Reading the information
For this room
And I follow her
Pretending to take the info in
As she leads her way to the exit
I’m footsteps behind
When I notice
This sign
‘Tell Us About Your Drug Experience’
I sit down and knock out a couple of
Paragraphs on my last trip
Then leave and she’s not there
Not in the gift shop or cafe
Not outside the main entrance
No, not even at the closest tube station
She’s gone
Like the others.
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