If you are reading this poem on a phone, note that the integrity of the lines, a major feature of poetry, is not displayed properly. Many if not most get cut short because of the small screen.

It snows in springtime,
off the board.
It smells in springtime—
says my dog.
She loves it there—
a smell ring.
David son of Benjamin,
he suffers there.
Everybody thinks he’s a Jew.
Medieval applications apply.
He’s magnificent—
a great people.
Jesus son of Benjamin,
see what I mean?

To see it’s a world of scary mystery me’s, [sing line]
and that’s in the oven.
You don’t have the price is right.
This is grandiosa me.
Thank you.
Whadda I do?
Everything on Earth’s fine,
just you have some problems in it,
unnaturally in your lane.
It’s a bear,
and you get richly left alone
too much for the shadows,
and they are
monsters.
Oh, okay,
I’m left alone in the dark.

I’m feelin’ Planet Earth.
Now you’re a smart cookie,
a smart little girl.
Earth is fine means
you have to study yourself
to understand its price.
It’s a werewolf.
It hates you and hates you and hates you,
and I’m sorry,
but this is disguised as love.
Even your loved ones
stand with you
where everyone feels alone.
You can’t get enough love.

The secret of the ages:
you know every human being just wants to be loved.
This is powerful.
It eats you alive.
What’s to do about it?
I’m right in the middle of this, okay?
But I have the most amazing charge:
everything’s alive,
and I feel the likes of everybody.
I can’t get over you,
how big you are
to yourself as I am.
I really hurt for you,
and I feel you deeply.
This casts me alone
under the eyes of everybody,
all these deities,
so many devils,
beings in every corner of the woods,
nature spirit upon nature spirit upon nature spirit,
and so many spirits you don’t understand,
and so many things have eyes.

Can you get a load of my day?
It’s so cozy in bed with my dog.
Great feelins—
I don’t have the world on my back,
and I’m in my cocoon
shimmerin’ with my dog.
Nature approves.
I gather strength there.
Do you know I make my night a boat
to curse on the world’s dreams
11:30?
I’m gonna make it outta here
to another field of consciousness
that experiences the world differently
12 o’clock high.

I have a question.
What’s that boat about?
The world is your illusion
right in front of you.
The reality’s inside,
but you live in the world
like it’s free.
You have no obligations
or even thoughts in your head,
no sense of I at all,
but you fulfill everybody
perfectly.
You’re not a go-getter.
It’s passive, warm, and kind.
You’re just there,
like a star in the sky,
and you know this is dangerous on earth.
People want to eat you,
but you’ve arrived
at the starting point
to bring down God on earth.

Future plans
we grab the Earth by its horns
and divinize the living shit out of it
and make it nice and green.
We make it right.
This is all in our heads,
and we will bring down Supermind here.
Aeons away?
I have no idea,
and I hamburger for enlightenment now,
the spiritual change,
but the closer I get,
I just can’t get there.
I see everything,
but it still bites.

I’m a cashier at a register
makin’ Walmart money,
and do you know how normal that is?
I’m a cashier for enlightenment now.
Enlightenment squirrels.
The public sees you as a target
to handle their groceries and items,
and they really sympathize with you doing that
for the most part.
You got a loan together,
the public and you,
to bring humanity home.
You are so intimate with their stuff,
and they trust you.
I take every customer as my responsibility.
I want to touch them there:
the immediacy of the moment
is fine with them.
It’s what Walmart strives for
but doesn’t know how to do.
Thank you.
I’m meat in their hands,
but let’s get on with it.

I love humanity don’t you?
I cannot profound things
to the very cosa itself,
what we’re doin’ here and why.
I can tell you how wide it is,
but I cannot big get there.
We’re on a spaceship you know.
Glidin’ through Earth
are cosmic agencies,
and there is bigger than that.
Do you know the Alone fronts your face?
Try that mystery.
It’s apart from everything all things is.
I alone with that
sometimes.
You can feel its breath upon your shoulders,
but why are we here?
Because it is we are.
That’s all I can tell yah.
We are its strings
to pull existence along,
that it opens nothingness with.
I get enough
sustenance from that thought
to satisfy my cravings for being.

And every one of us is like that:
me I’m an alligator
eating nothingness alive.
That’s personal.
Have I given you the spoon yet?
Can you take existence by the hand and bake it
to where it means somethin’?
Can you eat off my words?
To bring their items home,
I have that job with customers.
I match them with their price.
Give me a minute.
I’ll get better at this job,
like you
will improve my see.
I can’t talk to you
general public.
You’ve blocked me out.
A poet and his public,
is there a ringer there?
Is there even a price?
All the old gatekeepers apply.
They will not let you do it anywhere else,
be a public poet.
You have to be gateway approved.
Even the reader readin’ this
will not poet it in his box
if it’s not found poetry
on an official poetry channel.
We’re squirrels that way.
We’re herd sour,
and I can’t get out of this pen.
Fine, I’ll tell you again.

Everything has eyes.
Can you live there?
Can you feel humanity’s heat
like it’s your own baked bread?
Can you see your dog’s as person as you,
minus the grasp with the hands the grasp in thought,
and you love those creatures?
I’m stoppin’ eatin’ meat.
I just can’t take it,
all those little lives
snuffed out
to arrive on my table
after untold suffering.
I feel the meat I eat,
and it’s paradise here in America,
a meat lover’s paradise.
We just don’t know what hurts.
I’m not a fanatic about it.
I’ll just get that conscious diet,
not freak out if I eat an animal
a time or two,
feelin’ its life.
Can you get there,
laid back about it all,
not offended by anything?
You’re just lookin’ at yourself
studyin’ your every day
to be a better me in it,
to develop yourself
to answer God’s prayers.
That’s the price of livin’
if you want to know.
That’s what we all take on.
That’s what we all live
to Earth is better this planet right now.
You feel me dog?

Then change my name.
Change your body.
That’s not it.
Good morning.
Dirty-Purdy,
you gonna pay it or what?
It has eyes.
It’s a snake in the grass,
but it’ll kiss your feet.
You can’t run it down.
You can only be with it
like you mean it.
Hello Robin Hood.
Attention Walmart shoppers,
a lot of money
behind the fence.
Freshness just comin’ in,
you gonna pay for it.
Let’s slice out at the top
all those profits.
Can you give me some of that honey please—
employee.
You got your standard dome,
makin’ money.
You,
what I can do
to call you on it.
I get on it
great balls of fire,
my own imitation
of this land’s for you,
“This Land Is Your Land”,
and I’m talkin’ to the people you understand
availability wrote.

Make you think
the machine
actually makes you an associate.
Don’t read anything
where you can set them straight.
Poemless
to get you
money.
Marriage attorney,
I’m down the road a bit,
the ultimate customer
you’ll have to face no matter what,
and we are really cozy in here
under the counter,
the public and the corporate string rackets.
They’re doin’
just some stupid money launderin’.
Even the public can tie better shoes.
Corporate all the crap you lay on us,
get some money
that’s what happens
today’s date.
Tomorrow you will meet the world
and don’t just take from it.
“The Advice Capitalism”,
one link leads to another.

I’ve got your pants down,
but I’m not gonna spit on yah.
We need better from you.
Don’t say that you don’t
understand and know that fully.
Walmart you piece of cake
in the cash register.
I want a better job from you.
To me,
I can return a couple of those.
That Sherry Dennis,
you got a gripe about her,
rude, mean, and on her pantyhose.
I think we’ve got a stereotype.
It’s that checkout lady on the counter.
She’s found her roost
and is a hen in a pecking order
she rubs your nose in.
What do you do about her?
Corporate can’t understand it.
It doesn’t make you wanna work there.
They’re baskin’ in power,
years at the register,
and you’re dealing with social hierarchy in a hen peck,
and that hen don’t have ears
or a social conscience.
So you don’t get away with nothin’
in your goodwill towards her.
Why would that offend you
if goodwill’s all you got?
You see the test lamb.
You have to always be on your toes
to balance sacrifice with the right thing to do
and let bygones be bygones
and start each day anew.
Whew, that was hard.

Listenin’ to freeways,
I’m takin’ holes by the horns
and sayin’ come on some,
I want to fill you with awareness.
I can’t believe it.
We just markin’ time here
killin’ things.
Look inside yourself and see
you carry the world.
I cried at a poster rat.
Said he was 17 and missin’.
He looked so on himself and purdy,
so sweet and mean,
so teenager in his prime.
Did somebody get their hands around that throat
and take the world from him?
You dirty rat.
The poster never lets you know.
That’s all folks.
I’d like to talk to you guys.
And when you lay it out,
find our bottoms will yah?
There, we’ve reached the sky
safe and sound.