This is the first and perhaps only poem I wrote on LSD. Don’t remember writing it. Discovered it in my notebook the next day.
Image is a collaboration between ChatGPT, Dall-E, and me.
Can’t believe the words/non-words it included.
Night Fragment
As has been said
The night weighs upon the city
In tired, fat insolence. Rat scurry.
Old papers flap down empty streets.
It is an ugly season. Full.
Day slouches in, in shameless anonymity
Devoid of great chained excuses of being
A voided has been of god, notion and country.
Unfocused without, we hunt worms within
To bait further cold excretion of reason, rationale.
Refuse refusing our naked nothing.
Cautious.
Strip steal by night.
– Smith, 1968
