when its late

Wild horses run across
my garden
making the earth
shake
and my house
quake

i hear indians
yelling like
crazy
and i just
know
the lsd
is kicking
in
& not
just
maybe

if it doesnt
rhyme
theres no
stars
no
blue heaven
and no
sunshine
no music
no vine
but if
it does rhyme
ahh well
its just
smokey
i guess