The Polynesian water buffalo of psychedelia
Stands at the crossroads
Hands at the corner of Haight
Sits Indian-legged on the sands of Venice Beach
Swings from a trapeeze
Inside my head
Peddles dreams anf fantasy
Through his circled spectacles
Love beads and flowers in his tangled mane
Incense on his mind
He is a vendor of the unreal
And a meditator of youth
He'll promise you tomorrow for a dime
But he can only give today.