Tie-dye nighttime:
Sensual lesbians (?) dance.
The Rabbits sing
A joyful, hand-jivin' tune.
It is bliss for me
To be here,
A little Anchor Steam
In my gut,
Isolated against the chill
Of San Francisco midnight.
I wear the gunas.
Perhaps I dance beside a coven.
The songs transcend
Our stranger boundaries,
Mesh us
In an unassuming friendship
Of night.
Magic Rabbit Sabbat Song.