The world is at the skid point.
We are so caught in this movie we can’t even see beyond.
Tell me you don’t care.
Tell me you’re hangin’ out clothes to dry,
and your little one’s screamin’,
and that’s just big stuff on TV.
Got caught in the movies.
I know you ache at night,
just about to spill it all,
everything you know about the world but don’t.
You don’t know what to make of it
it holds you so close.

Can we climb out of this?
We can sure get lost in it.
Will you play with me?
I’m a poet from Skid Row.
No I’m not a drinker.
I’m a free world thinker,
and I want the world to last
longer than its appointment
in the annuals of our sun.
I’m with you on that.
I want to outlast the sun
where I know I can be happy.

Have you ever seen the world up close?
It’ll finger your dickens.
No, no I’m not talkin’ about the rovin’ mania all around yah—
the whole teeming world
as an entity in front of your face.
Got boxes
and spring cards,
but it’s the real McCoy.

I don’t know if you know what I’m talkin’ about yet.
I scrap it off my shoe
no.
This is a divine appointment in time,
the world as an organization
that brings God on earth,
and we can’t get over the word divine.
I’ve lifted up your skirt
and showed you religious offerings.
I mean an intelligence bigger than the skies
that can fit in our green Earth
and bring it to the next level.
You think of the universe as a flat individual organization,
but the many levels of the universe go beyond the universe,
and I tell yah Earth is scheduled for that.

I’m far from the clothesline now,
but that screamin’ kid,
I’ve gotten into his ache.
We want a better world,
expressive of need,
and the world as an organization can do that,
be unto our need.
It’s flat and big
everywhere we look today,
but have you met the world yet?
That’s what I’m tryin’ to say
so that it matters,
so that we can get bigger than ourselves,
knowin’ the world’s done
with livin’ for your kin.

Bigger than any national flag,
the world is our step-brother
that needs to know its name
spoken on your lips.
Oh no Mohammad you don’t own the world,
nor Jesus Christ,
and certainly not Hindu
or Buddha,
and the Jewish people will not rule the Earth.
We’re all gonna get goin’
to see the world in each of us,
to understand its nature
bigger than the machine.

Are you with me on this?
I think you’ll fight me some,
until we realize Earth’s got an appointment
in blue skies,
and we will all revel in it,
giddy with the realization of harm’s end.
Do you know that cost?
Can you turn around and see the world today?
Flabbergasted can you see it?

A step-mother,
seven kids,
and digital shock,
can you grab that?
Help me chase it
to we meet the world there.
I’m not horseplay.
I’m the world looks in on you,
not the teeming multitudes,
the world as a being in front of you in time,
and I’m travelin’
a poet to forgotten shores,
what a seer give society,
its determining wings,
how it lays out itself
and what it be's.
It’s the arms of society to tell you the truth.
You must not let that little you.
It’s the One looking in on itself.
You’re the One.
I am really here for you.

Now sing along.
You can’t fool me anymore
by your nonchalance.
I know the score.
You can’t shoot me anymore
either.
I know what I’m about,
and even dead I’ll know it,
and so will my poetry.

Open up in there.
There can be no losers.
Bite into something hard.
Stare into something new.
I gave you the congressional service.
No shame in that.
A wardrobe
you know you can catalogue
here take this self:
we’re goin’ to the
end of society
as the machine.

Sheltered animals move and breathe.
They just don’t get away.
What was defeated in Mexico?
Waiting by the bomb.
You’re encountering
that work’s envitalment,
and you can’t get out of it.
Best documentary
That Worked.
What are you doin’?
Getting our own hands dirty in blowing up the machine,
a long action
that we can do without war
or blowin’ people up
or shooting them down.
Here I am doin’ it don’t you see?

Never mind the behavior
they stopped us from realizing it.
What was that membership?
Blowin’ up the world
in I don’t care,
oh no.
I’ll give you as much as possible
to farm time
freedom from the machine.

Love,
it actually
gave us tomorrow,
is the active ingredient.
I find that news with anything.
It’s real
and normal
if you realize you have met the world
out during the day
in every box you’ve met today,
in every pair of eyes staring out at you,
all of it,
the whole damn show.