Can I fly my hypotenuse
a jersey on existence,
I mean cans?
This whole world is a big block.
Everything’s in small measure.
There’s no room for elbows.
I can’t get yah to change your mind
there’s a bigger party than this.
Your little room is your little room
folding existence upon itself.
I wear those sleeves too,
but I get out and abroad, you know?

We are lifetime wears.
It’s a stinking ship.
Just ask your neighbor you hate,
or all the money you make
at the expense of other people,
the information you give
that ain’t true,
the self-righteousness that drives your car,
and all your thoughts bent on death
for those who’ve crossed you.
Am I leavin’ your telephone number out?
I don’t think so.

I can name names.
Even the good on Earth
do it in.
Would you love that bad person to death?
Would you get out of your family role
and bring a stranger to dinner
to sup with your kids risk and all?
These are the roles of the One in flavorful chairs,
and I’m usin’ analogy to get at device.
How can I tell you you sail too
the shape we’re all in?
Do you see our pumpkin?
It’s a safe haven for everyone.

We are littleness meets the stars
confined to one room.
It’s a prison house of escape.
We can go so many places,
with narrow openings,
and it’s a secret from the crowd.
I can’t prove to you I’ve been there,
but you hear that sound now.
I’m tryin’ to get bigger Earth,
so we can mean somethin’ with our lives
and not take a stranger to death.

I grapple with existence like it’s my magnet,
all this poem to pull you along.
We’re going to get there you see.
It’s only a matter of time.
It’s larger than wood,
than our feelings’ meanings in time.
Our thoughts can’t get there

except on some spaceship
that’s blasted off from Earth
bigger than any thought you’ve ever had.
We’ve got to bust out of our shell
in the pains of life
oneness denizen models.
You know I’m countin’ score.

Now let’s get on with it.
Can I give you a blog as a purpose of a universe?
You’re not going to believe it’s in time,
the whole meaning unfold
that meets us right where we’re at.
Harm’s End I’ll say it again
and a collaboration with the unknown,
and some Twitter eye in focus.
I’ve did it.
I’ve grasped the universe
right in your pocket.
Start with this poem and go from there.
You will arrive at the universe
I guarantee it.
No one has done this before
with their hand on the button of life.

I’ve surrendered you to abstractions.
Do add-ons care?
May we hit the role in the machine,
get to very deary wood.
I’m a pencil outside of myself.
I’m not the me generation.
Can you generate outside of yourself?
Can you get there?
I am the center of everything,
and as much as we see this we don’t.
We judge by selfishness
a bottle unto ourselves.

Can you put yourself in the murderer’s shoes?
Can you be someone liberal if you’re conservative?
Can you be that priest that molests kids
if you’re survivors of incest?
Alright can you just be your wife
if you’re too tired to deal with the kid crying at night?
Can you be your neighbor,
and they need you to take their kids to school,
but you’re late for work?
Can you be the guy at the grocery store
that’s asking you for small change
or at least I see you smile?
Can you be your coworker
late again,
but you don’t tell anybody?
Can you even be your kid,
and he’s been caught with his pants down
not to your sudden fury?
Too tired to go to work,
we can’t identify with people.
We can’t look outside of ourselves.

It’s all the rage
be offended.
You know what I mean dear heart?
You know what I mean expanded notion?
If I haven’t hit home
examine yourself.
You’ll get better.

Now where do we play school?
Getting bigger than ourselves
in life’s little room.
Watch those reactions.
Give some pride to other people.
Is that too tall for you?
It’s what we’re here for
in the basics of bein’ human.

Oh my God this mind stinks,
and we shoot it down with bright ideas.
Did we reach anybody?
Only the choir.
Oh my great big beautiful humanity we’ve got it all wrong.
We heart with each other.
We expose ourselves
to vulnerabilities of feeling.
This is the prize in the room:
that heart’s safe to be with, you know?
It’s what they remember you with, you know?

You can land a hypotenuse
all over the freeway
to capture the sun’s rays
geniusin’ your way to a household name,
but those around you know your love,
how your heart is around people.
We educate the mind,
put it first in school,
put it only in school
as what matters more than anything else,
and we are heart matters with each other.
The rule and scale of mind
is not our hypotenuse.
It’s not where we get along with each other.
The heart owns the whole show.
It lifts us up with each other.

Can a poet say this?
It’s where we abide in time.
It’s my wake up to you.
It’s where we meet in verse,
and you hear me.

It’s our meaning with each other.
God rest his soul.
I’ve done all I can to reach the heart of poetry.
I smell the four winds,
and I do hope that danger’s not real.
Know how it feels
to have said too much
from the party line
where the authorities don’t let you,
not even in poetry.
So long today.
I hope that’s not all she wrote.
A case that does not take square time
became an artist.
She finally took the picture
that brought it all to bear.
Can you identify with the wife?