Get Your Premium Membership

1971 Hey Dude

Poet's Notes
(Show)

Become a Premium Member and post notes and photos about your poem like Stark Hunter .


From the anthology, Complaining to the Clock, a work in progress. This piece was a fun recollection of a typical conversation with a hippie friend, which took place in Southern California back in the early 70's. 

1971 (Hey Dude) Hey dude, come in, come in. Been a long time since we last smoked the peace pipe together. Hey! I think it was during Hendrix’s set in Bethel, dude! Here, let me move these Rolling Stones out of the way. and the Taco Bell wrappers… There. Dude, let’s sit. First, I need to change the record. Let me look here….hmm, Iron Butterfly? Naw, too psychedelic. Blind Faith? Naw, they’re too much like Cream. And I’m tired of them. Hey, how ‘bout Led Zeppelin 3?... Naw, too new; Ah! Let’s hear some very mellow Traffic music. This is cool dude! It’s their second album…very trippy music... Listening to this stuff makes me feel alright!... Dude, Here you go. That hole there is like a carburetor; Put your finger on it and draw in. Then, let go. Boom! Dude! Welcome to the petrified forest, man! Dude! I been kicking back here thinking about infinity, man. My mind is constantly being blown thinking about how big the universe is. Dude, we are so small, so infinitesimal, so minute, in comparison to the absolute vastness of the universe. Dude, here we are, riding on this huge ball of dirt, turning through space at a thousand miles per hour, and we aren’t even feeling it as we speed along, like it’s not even happening, man! You know, dude, we are so small, so very very small, we’re all just a very small part of this vast solar system with these humongous planets circling this huge ball of fire, which are all just a very small part of this humongous Milky Way galaxy, which is just one of billions and billions of galaxies in the universe… Man, it makes my mind bend!... Here, this purple haze from Michoacán will seal the deal, dude… I also been thinking about God, dude! We are all so small; we are all like spiders, just spinning our webs… in this humongous garden called life! So I must ask Dude: What is God? Who is God? I will tell you what God is! I now know! Dude! Are you ready to hear what God is? … Ice cream, dude! Ice cream! Do you want some vanilla ice cream, dude? I have a gallon in my freezer! Think of the millions of people in the world right now, the people of India, South America, Australia and even in Dinuba, California, who at this very moment, this precise second in time and eternity, are sitting there, eating vanilla ice cream. Hey dude! Be right back!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Shattered Sighs