This is the station of the Earth.
How are you?
A thousand at gunpoint.
The quality has left the brigade.
It’s in the stars now.
Not a soul sees it,
except you and I.
I have no reason to write.
This has no fellowship.
I’m not cryin’ about it.
I can see what’s goin’ on.
I can see the brigade.

I lift my voice up,
even though it’s meaningless down here.
I have a field to write,
and that is my star-gas,
and that is my thang to do.
Goodbye cruel world,
you won’t hear me say that.
I’m mountain sing.
I’m all over the place.
I’m at your door
right now.

Shoot me will yah.
You hate pedophiles,
even if they don’t molest children.
I’m not your moppin’ bucket.
I’m taller than that.
I have Heaven’s spears.
Where you goin’?
I thought you were ready for art,
and I’m not a pain in the ass.
I’m always chapter of my other dinin’.
I can’t call you up here or me down there.
No, I’m not an hourglass in the sun,
but I see wide and free.
I don’t have band-aids on
where I reach for the sky.

I’m Marcus Aurelius
on steroids.
I can show you more of the world than you knew existed,
the letter
of more than the Earth can show.
I’m daring.
I have lifted the timetable
at the art college,
and I expose you to poems now
that come straight from the rising sun.
You are so derelict I am dead
before I am read.
Is that how it’s gonna be?

I write anyway.
I write the commodity of the sky
into your habit,
and I know what I’m doin’.
You guys aren’t listenin’.
We’ll be here for few minutes.
How to make a report
and give it to society?
You’ve seen the Earth from afar.
You’ve had God’s eyes looking at it,
and you were behind them,
and you saw the Earth from there.
Just one direct flash,
some seconds and it was it.
Maybe a half minute?
This came to pass.

I had no idea
this even existed.
I met Myself
on high.
That was 30 years ago.
It redirected my life.
It was the only thing I saw
for some time.
I was turned on.
I went crazy
with the Earth.
I lived in isolation
in a college setup,
my little job and me
and a handful of family,
not all of them related.
You get the picture?

This just happened.
It wasn’t the first thing.
Would you believe me if I told you I found my soul first,
and,
before that,
the station of the Gods?
Not all in the same week.
It was why I was stationed there.
I had seen the Gods
in cutout portions of Them.
So I settled in
to get more at it.
I knews the world was strangely arranged.
I had questions,
and I asked them thoroughly.
An open consciousness had visited me to do so,
what the initial opening did,
seeing how God thinks in Overmind.

Are we gettin’ somewhere?
Why me?
I had the consciousness for it.
Infant orgasm had opened me
to the Void
a childhood demon
had tricked me into.
Weird I know,
but that’s how I came in life.
I don’t think you have that structure.
Are you listening to me?

We gather too
let’s take a pedophile and change him
into someone that helps the Earth.
Can you believe that?
Listen to my voice.
We start with the bottom-rung you know.
How else do you see the whole bunch?
Oh man I’m talking Earth.
What a head trip.

Can you just stop a moment?
We are not your regular keeper.
I was born this way,
put in the sauce,
and I have been weird all my life.
My story would make you question reality:
Green Beret, Classical Greek scholar,
tactical nuclear mission,
I mean like the bomb,
world crawling vagabond,
like for seven years,
then in India behind an iron curtain
that only let the net out,
and I’ve been here 20 years.
You tell me I’m strange.
Do I have the prerequisites
to give you the lowdown?

I put up poems in Jerusalem
on the Fourteen Stations of the Cross,
after a fall,
inside the Great Pyramid
and on the top of Mount Sinai.
I was a gold digger
on fire.
I put that in.
No one paid attention then,
and no one pays attention now.
I’ve done the groundwork
to be a world speaker.

You’re confused.
Is this true?
My history’s online.
You will find out
I’ve been suppressed some.
The major articles of the press know I’m here.
They never say anything.
I’m not just a loon to them.
I’ve seen one site change policy over a single poem.
Now the agencies,
who are they?
I do imagine I get watched.
I don’t even worry about it.
I see the Earth.
Why wouldn’t it look back at me?

You guys are just stupid
and won’t let me out among you.
I’m banking on you to try.
This is some weird shit.
Let’s go back to a funny video
or a world I can believe in.
I’ve never heard of such.
Now whaddawe do?
You should read my other stuff.
I’m dancin’ in music here.
The view from here’s incredible.
I’m not an unhappy man.
I get so excited
just being on a moment on earth.
It’ll wipe the tears outta your eyes
it’s so miracle arranged,
the whole damn world.
I just rub my eyes and see.
Are you seein’ this?
The Earth’s just moved.

How do I show this to you?
It’s dancin’ right before my eyes,
and it’s big.
I see that,
this smallness I am,
wrapped around the machine,
trodding on earth.
I’m just a part of it all,
not it’s maker
or mover and shaker.
I’m like you,
but I see,
where a seer meets the Earth,
and I’m changin’ it
a little more directly than you are,
just by my see.

If I get out among you,
I’ll replace the room,
give you something to think about,
so many people in the machine.
We will see the future
curve in my thoughts of it
and be the world I predicted.
We’ll talk about it later.
Now I just got some things to do
to keep goin’.
Take a look.
Give me a read
and see what I’m talkin’ about.
One move forward
in each and every poem,
you will see that,
and I will see you again
next poem.