Amphetamine dream

There are those

Who don’t believe

Thinking can replace

Experience in life.

I, for one, am

One who disagrees,

Here, and now.

Though I wish

To look beyond

The marble mantle

(Past the filthy windowpane),

And deeply peer

The way of onwards

Towards

The voice of the hills;

Deep its thunder

Spills me thrills

From down

My naked spine.

I peak

(As children often do)

But this

From glass

My own.

The place

The earth spins

In some direction

Center-seeking constantly,

As the sum

Of the other planets

Swing

With their mightiest fellows

Round

A machine

Of gymnastic treachery,

Round

A benevolent sun.

Broken

Willow trees drooped

Lower

Than they did

Before

Death came knocking

At my door —

The knocking came, the weather, poor,

Couldn’t keep him waiting more.