Senses
If you take my eyes out,
How will I know your hair,
In all its perfection,
Falls on the shoulders
Of a
Princess?
If I lose an ear,
I hope it's my right one
Because then I'll have one
Left
To
Listen
To your
Lyrical
Lullabies.
It feels just right
To part with
The right.
After all,
It's just one part
Of the hole,
Ain't it?
In order to feel whole,
Our senses
Must
Align.
But the misalignment
Leaves
The
Whole
Thing
Up
In
The
Air.
Holy water won't
Solve this issue
Of
Smelling.
Allergies could
Destroy a man,
But not his
Nose.
A nose can
Conjure
Hell
As
Easily
As
It can
Create
Heaven.
The smell of spice
Really
Spices
Things up.
The waft of
Freshly made food
Makes
The brain
Go wild with
Delight.
The taste of
The
Spice
On that
Noodle
Makes the mouth
Water,
The
Ears
Stuff,
The
Nose
Run,
The tongue
Swell,
And
The body
Tremble.
A shit or two
Certainly
Makes
The common
Flu
Seem
So much better
From
My
Point
Of
View.
The thud
Sounds
Like raindrops,
But in fact
They quickly
Turn to
Bombs.
The smell is nuclear.
The intent?
War.
We wager that
Quite a few will pass
Through the warzone
We call
A
Restroom.
There's no
Rest
In
That
Room.
The trenches
Befit
The battle.
A battle within
So quickly
Becomes a war
Outside.
Muddy water
Makes
For
Murky
Memories.
How will I see
So clearly,
Ever again,
When my senses
Bewilder
Me?
My eyes get wide,
My ears hone in,
My nose flares,
My body burns,
And from the furnace
Emerges
A
Product
Not
For
Sale.
The product
Of our
Love
Of
Produce
Develops
A
Habit
We call routine.
But nothing about this routine
Feels
Fun.
Trembling to touch
The paper
We use
For
Cleaning,
Not
Writing,
Feels justifiable,
As
My hand has to go
Down
There.
If life were
Fair,
We'd have come
To
Our
Senses
Ages ago.
We possess sense,
But we often
Do not
Use
It.
In the end,
It’s all
Non-sense.
