imagine a famished beggar at your house,
open your doors and feed him till he's sated
imagine a vagabond on his endless wanderings,
run a warm bath for him where he can soak till dawn
imagine a country lass with smelly undergarments,
give her all the trappings and see her hidden beauty sparkle
imagine the hungry poor hoping against hope for crumbs,
take them to a five-star hotel and make them kings for a day
imagine everyone saying yes to everything worth a yes
and saying no to all things that demean and diminish us,
create a book of convergence where we sign away sorrow and pain,
and let humans with sinewy lust lay their blues to perpetual rest
inspired by yoko ono's enigmatic poem: imagine the clouds dripping, dig a hole in your garden to put them in