Control ball,
now you record it.
When night
go for it Nithish,
knock phone numbers.
If he gets caught he’s killed.
In Tamil the people who put worse seem very powerful.
I wouldn’t put it that way.
It’s just in good English we’re learning to mince the Devil with words. /
I’ve localized the economy,
and I’m takin’ English to new heights.
It’s not artificial anymore,
a poem that comes from inner sights.

I throw that devil out,
but I show ‘im to yah.
I don’t play with bones.
I heal them in your shelf.
What you got in the closet,
I ring around the rosy.
I’m not here to play dice.
I wanna get to the bones of reality
so that we can live here
and not ruin each other.
I wanna talk about it, you know?
I wanna get down to bloody business.
I wanna show you you
a danger
to let’s all grow up.

Will you find me?
I’m blacklisted for that.
Let me cough.
That danger I present
is right there among you.
I’m not pullin’ any punches.
I wanna heal myself and be free.
I mean I wanna be a proper human being,
no longer stupid.
I don’t wanna block my own trail,
get mad at the world
because I stumped my own toe.
I wanna forgive you
for the same stupidity.
I wanna look out on the world
and understand the miracle of each day.
I wanna see you in it
the very Self I touch with myself,
no cigars.
That means I’m right with you.

I hear my stomach growl,
and we all feed on each other like it’s conversation.
I’m learnin’ not to do that.
You would not know I feel you
when I’m just some guy you’ve met on the road,
or you’re my landlord or niece.
I cry for you sometimes.
Okay I cry for you a lot.
It’s really rough in here, you know?
There’s just so much pain.
They got buried in an earthquake,
a daddy holding his little child dead in a news story.
Can you imagine how that felt?

I’m tryin’ to wash away the tears
that we symbolize time,
and I’ve found out somethin’.
This is just a single show
in a movie house with infinite theaters,
and each one pulls on the next,
and each one supports the next.
We are its base,
the last of the free worlds
before Hell begins.
Of course we suffer.
We support Heaven.
Our blood, sweat, and tears
hold up Heaven,
all the ascending worlds.
It’s not cruel.
Existence has to have everything in it.
I don’t think we can measure how big it is,
and we are not the only world that suffers,
and we’re just innocent little children,
dumb like animals.

There’s a comic plan,
and our universe sucks on the Void
to bring existence out of nothing.
The devils rose,
an unforeseen consequence,
mad as hell existence be,
and they rape us in broad daylight,
and we don’t even see.
We are a banquet of the Heavens and the Hells,
and I am sorry;
I can’t gauge all the worlds
in their ascending hierarchies
or their status in Hell.
I’m tryin’ to take you somewhere—
understanding.

My little boy wants to know why there’s pain.
Do you know what they did to him?
It woke me up.
Now I’m a fish out of water,
a foreign man in not my land.
I’ve been shook up.
I don’t hear my music.
It’s not my culture I see around me.
It’s not even my language.
Do you know what that does to you?
It takes you out of your little world.
You have to confront reality
more on its terms.
You can spend more time in the environment of your consciousness, /
because you’ve got a strange world out there
that doesn’t speak to you
momma’s titties.

You ever live a life for spiritual change?
You wanna get enlightened?
I wanna be my true self above,
whom you are too,
though we’re individually wrapped,
but I’ve gotta be emptied before I can be filled, you know?
That’s enlightenment.
I put myself to the task.
I’m not sayin’ it right.
My soul puts me.
You gotta get there.
It’s the only way out—
up
Don’t you remember your last death?
It’s what everybody talks about on the other side:
“Goddamnit I missed
it again!”

Look I’m not some spiritual shoes you must put on
because I wear ‘em.
Now I’m really tryin’ to get out of this—
suffering.
Now I have seen enlightenment’s tale,
sat right in those shoes,
not long enough to stay there,
and I have seen Myself overhead,
sat in that Sun and watched it ray out,
and I’ve found the soul inside,
made the inner journey to Spirit
in innermost us.
It just accentuates your suffering
if you get these little tastes,
‘cause it’s so plain in your face you’re not there now.
But you want suffering to end?
Can you hear a threesome with your hands and feet?
Any one of them will get yah there.
Realize time
as a vehicle to get there.

We are not animals you see,
and this is not a world buttressed in the Void,
astonished at its meaninglessness,
wondering over its one-trip pony.
There is so much more than Earth
right here upon Earth.
The teeming worlds sing to us in our sleep.
We make contact with the dead.
Even in life’s little room,
we make measure with immensity.
I’m givin’ you God,
what we are becoming,
what even matter becomes.
It’s all there.

Once you see God you’re safe.
Bullshit.
Every devil in the neighborhood will come to fool you,
alarmed for the end of their rule.
Sometimes a world devil steps in
and makes you pay for every man’s sin.
Here’s the bull:
if it’s all God who are these?
Knowledge of God is terrible,
but you forgive ‘im for it.
You’re in a movie.
Neo seein’ the Matrix,
you get there.
What a goof in moviemaking—
take that Matrix and make that a real steak that traitor’s eating. /
Take that Matrix there.
Oh the bones of analogies,
you can’t make them right.

Bhakti, do you hear it?
I’ve got it for the whole damn thing,
but if I stump my toe I’ll cuss you out.
Well,
I’ll least look mean at yah for a minute.
Yeah I’m still in school.
World knowledge does that.
It makes you right with God,
not some moral timekeeper,
the whole damn show.
Okay I’m signin’ off.
Pleasure doin’ business with yah.
I’ll see yah on the rebound,
when another poem is born
from the matrix of my be.
Got that Sin Wood?
I’m not countin’ sin.
I’m fulfillin’ my obligation as a poet,
and I’m sayin’ look at this
in the bowels of language
that’s there to say it right.
Musical or not,
I’m gifted speech.

Answer it with a question:
what is bigger than the Whole?
The unimaginable sink.
You get lost there,
frightenings on the tail ends of nothingness.
It really makes you think.
It’s too big for sky.
It’ll shake you up.
It’ll make you cry
it’s so alone,
so unimaginably deep.
You want it like you want your very self,
coils of room
on which existence is but a fin
to glide it sleekly through nothingness.
Will it put out its eye of existence
and just be its lone self
nowhere be?
A frightening thought.

Okay world,
can I comfort you?
Everything has to be in nothingness.
In existence all is,
from the most horrible to the most profound bliss,
and our world is but a tier
in that world stack,
and we are That you see,
that unimaginable thing
on lone oceans.

Have I reached you yet?
Good, let’s go.
We have to reach forever in a day.
I’m on bended knees,
and I’m not embarrassed about it.
You there,
little animal,
prideful nation,
take down that war.
It’s time for exultation in humanity.
Do you feel yours?
It’s always hands on,
good poetry,
right where your heart is,
right where you feel.
That’s the name of the game.
That’s where we find each other.
I love you did you know that?
And it hurts, you know?
It really does.

Die in some way
take care of those
who absolutely have to have us.
Those are our children.
I’ve got one now.
He’s 12-years-old.
His name is Nithish,
and I will move Heaven and Earth,
overcome the world,
to put that little fella
clean out of suffering
and back where I sacrifice myself to take care of him,
the intent of this poem.
I’m worthy to be there.
I’m his daddy.
You see us upon the roads of time
I love that little boy.
You don’t know the arrangement.

Alright Aristotle,
put the boy to sleep now.
Alexander’s got a big day tomorrow.
Put the poem to bed now.
Alright Aristotle it’s dawn.