use to be the heart of the town

it was in Prescott Arizona          
or as the locals say with an odd conviction,          
"preskitt"          
it was the winter of 2003          
I had a good friend          
attending school there          
and I was on tour          
 
(it was Phish tour          
the cliche of    
"if I have to explain it          
then you wouldn't understand"          
 seems apt)          
         
I had a few days off          
before Vegas          
and being 23          
I hit the bricks          
poking around for shakedown          
         
came across          
an old Victorian house          
big blue thing          
it was a legacy home,          
meaning that many a          
hippie          
gypsy          
and freak of all flavors          
had lived there over the years          
it had a name like      
"wonderland"        
or        
"house of the rising sun"          
         
it was February          
and judging by the ambiance          
it was a Valentines Day party          
of sorts          
         
the kitchen table          
was arrayed with          
a bowl of chocolates          
a bowl of flower petals          
chips and dips          
(organic, I'm sure)          
many bottles of wine          
and a cornucopia of condoms          
(did I mention the abundance of lsd?          
no          
good, I didn't tell them at first either)          
         
the party had potential          
to say the least          
         
wasn't long until          
corks uncorked          
and wine flowed          
poured          
and splashed,          
every satyr in the vicinity          
was sated          
         
and if not          
those oracles made sure          
               
I'm not sure          
where the book          
of Bacchanalian Songs          
came from          
         
or          
         
if that sort of book          
even exists          
         
but          
         
that funny ergot fungus          
made sure          
that it didn't          
matter          
         
    .....          
         
even if I could          
put the rest of that night          
into intelligible phrasing,          
I'm          
fairly certain          
that I am not allowed          
to tell you