Describing the effect of hallucinatory drugs on the creative process: “[It’s] terrific! That’s at least what I’d like to say.”

Blast of harsh
flat sunlight

on recalcitrant ground

 

After we
were all
a bed,

Is hunger
only automatic
appetite?

A little
water
falls.

 

Needs most
happily mutual

The senses of one’s
life begin
to fade. Rather,

Place it,
make the space

of it. Yellow,

Either in or out of
the mind, a conception
overrides it. So that

The time is. 
The air seems a cover, 
the room is quiet.

The mountains blue now 
at the back of my head, 
such geography of self and soul 

He pushes behind the words 
which, awkward, catch 
and tum Him to a disturbed