Alone for you,
state it and I’ll bring it.
That’s our duty.
I’m not a poet I’m a blog artist.
These are
thousands
is that so?
Would you gear with me
the impossibilities of paint
another form of blog?

I wanna get in your living room
the poet speaks aloud,
the blog artist
refashions the internet,
and it is as legitimate as a piece of paper
sayin’ things.
I’ve got out the bugs,
the pieces of electricity put into us
electronic think.

This is my whirl with you.
I take the possibilities of poetry
and group think
and put them right in your lap.
I’m a rebel I’m a holder.
I’m sincere with you.
God it all stinks,
and a better world is coming
in the kitchen sink.

Sylvia Plath
did not Gertrude Stein.
You know what a kitchen is thought,
and how many people sink there?
I bet you didn’t include the kitchen sink,
and I double meaning my poem
blog post.

It’s all gone to hell ain’t it?
I sit and count God on my fingers.
I can’t get at it that way.
I’ve got to get bigger than your living room,
your apocalypse see.
I’ve got to get bigger than the loss of my boy
and Auroville stinks.
I’ve got to be a bigger poet
than a blog post.
Fuck you I said.
That aughta do it.

Oh my fucking God,
I’ve got to get bigger than my pen.
I’ve got to say to you words
that open up worlds inside you
that change the world.
I’ve got to make you see for one goddamn minute
we are not animals in a bullpen.
We’re not even That.
We’re ourselves in time
with the means to change
out of this skin of loneliness and disease
that even all good people wear.

We can improve the human condition.
We can get better at ourselves.
I’m finding that in myself
as we speak.
Adopt a belief?
Change yourself
into the bigger man
when met with the opposition,
your own damn faults
or the shit storm of others.

You can be a bigger person to life’s faults.
You can be the skies
all take room in.
Do you hear my apologies?