Senses by Kale Green a.k.a. Tim Kunkle
Copyright © & i 1991 Timothy J. Kunkle

Senses

I can't see the things I hear
Can't be the world I see
Senses come to your senses
I feel ways I can't believe
I understand you'll tell me please
Senses come to your senses

I'm not jumpy
Nervous paranoia
What's that? A question?
Who's listening? Sure I heard it.

Listening through the flowers
Below me someone's knocking
senses; out of my senses
Cooking oils are flaming
black clouds my lungs are burning
senses, into my senses

I'm not frightened
Nervous paranoia
What's that? Who's listening?
So help me; find the door.

Walking through the sewage
Eating Eden's apples
senses, living my senses
Touching a bad idea
Sniffing a noisy city
senses, holy consensus

I'm not nervous
I'm frightened paranoia
What's that? Who's listening?
So help me; find the opening.