High

Faces covered in plastic
are fueled by those who puke
and vomit into the sewer.
When Ezra Pound arrives,
you see that life
is not bent time
hung over trees on the
seashore.
Quite often sticks
of sugar pour off
into the veins of
paper and run through
the mad mystic
storm of no position.

Noses never see the vision
of the biggest crime
committed by the most
complacent: ignorance
of the wrong in the world.
The visions they see is
that of bells of freedom
ringing.
Most of the time
noses only smell
and so they miss
the truth so clear,
so clear, to me,
that it's in the wind.

Tongues never smell
the lie when they
see it before them,
even if the reek is
unbearable that even
the vultures run
and hide from the
stench.
Since He came
to rid us of Sin,
most believed the
lie he told us not
to believe,
that must change.

Ears never taste
the sweet touch
of Paradise, because
they looked down
not up, to see the sky
not smell the flowers
or taste the fruit that
ripened.
Heed the call
to arms but
don't be hasty
because soon
the tides will rise
and clouds will gather.

Eyes never hear
the needy think
about the favor
one did for them.
Eyes need open
their receptors
to hear the requests for
life.
Harmonicas play
harmoniously while
electric violins play
melodiously as the guns
shoot Love at Hate
not Hate at Love.

Minds will unite
through difference
but soon the ones
who whimper will die
because their wants
are not important;
the ones who give will be
forgotten.
The end will
begin at start
of night or
will end at
end of night,
but the end will end.