For Me, Personally, I Think Drugs Are

I'd Try To Write My Poems In A Certain Rhythm. I Had My Rock 'n' Roll Stuff For Performing And My Denser Stuff For Writing.

I Wish I Could Just Project Everything On The Paper.

I Gave You A Wrist Watch, Baby, And You Wouldn't Even Give Me The Time Of Day.

Deep In My Heart How The Presence Of You Shines, In A Light To Last A Whole Life Through.

Yet You Could Feel A Vibration In The Air, A Sense Of Hastening. It Had Started With The Moon, Inaccessible Poem That It Was. Now Men Had Walked Upon It, Rubber Treads On A Pearl Of The Gods. Perhaps It Was An Awareness Of Time Passing, The Last Summer Of The Decade. Sometimes I Just Wanted To Raise My Hands And Stop. But Stop What? Maybe Just Growing Up.