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

sadness passes 
and madness passes 
away and the train 

I don’t mean to rank you out
as some kind of Haitian Sex Goddess
or Virtuous piece of Crescent trash,

Fast fella, cough it up, five cents more please. 
Faster, this crap’ll kill you, like anything else 
as you cruise toward the bridge, 

Imagine, the grace of these children! 
We are in the sun. What elapses 
is history. Do you ever move?