Noise

[Psychedelics_r_best]

Silence percolating slowly
Drowning out the hive of lowly
Eyes, drawing in their paychecks
Building shaded afternoon decks
Filling out thier prescriptions
Listening hollowly to predictions
Of how their worlds changing
Growing dangerous and paging
Soldiers of their insolence
Processions of thier ignorance
Worship of their ideal concepts
Reflections of their inability
To realize their triviality
The noise they raise, their tendency
Only neglected by the sea of silence
That pervades.

 

[(Wordy)]

Silence percolating slowly
Drowning out the hive of lowly
Eyes, drawing in their paychecks

These opening lines are really strange and interesting; they demand some imaginative gymnastics on the part of the reader (which is why I like them).