As the candle burns bright, the pen scrapes ink into the paper. My pores begin to open and sweat, the incense tickles my nostril and my tongue swirls the flavour of sweet toothpaste as I write this verse.
	IT SADDENS ME:
		To See No - 	light in the dark
							feeling from your eyes
							colour in our world
									Have I No Eyes ?
		To Hear No -	gurgle from your kiss
							bird beat its' wing
							whisper from afar
								crashing of an ice cube
									Have I No Ears?
			To Feel No -	pressure on each pore
								moistness in your touch
								compassion for all
									Have I No Hands?
			To Smell No -	sex from your glands
								grass in the yard
								food in the store
									Have I No Nose?
			To Taste No -	flavour in your spit
								minerals in our water
								food without additives
									Have I No Tongue?
Society says: I am a normal, mature adult.
I say, "senseless children are mature adults".

6/3/87
1:53 am
David Paine