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.